Sent Dec 21 to I, Anonymous:

Dear sexy gay man in the Northgate parking lot: I was having an awful day. I had just gotten into a fight with my boyfriend, was damn near close to suicide when we pulled in. I was ready to tackle the world when I opened my door and glared at you as you pulled in next to me. I bet I gave you the death stare. I am sorry, I literally wanted to kill myself at that moment. As I was pulling out the stroller so my kid could go see Santa you walked past and gave me a look that could kill the devil. I still being a bitch muttered “dick” under my breath. You stopped and asked “What did you say?” and I told you to get the fuck away from me and you said fuck off. What I meant to say was Merry Christmas and I hope you have a good day.

David Schmader—former weed columnist and Stranger associate editor—is the author of the solo plays Straight and Letter to Axl, which he’s performed in Seattle and across the US. His latest...