Being Shot

Fall, 2019

Was the professor dying or merely experiencing a new kind of American discourse?When I was shot, I was not surprised. I’d been waiting so long to be shot. Sev­eral childhood nights I dreamt of being assassinated by the entire cast of a pop­ular sitcom, or spent afternoons wonder­ing which neighborhood boy could soon shoot me, and I was regularly visited by visions of the mayor or a news anchor or a row of arm-linked Rockettes pursu­ing me with bullets, and several times I had nightmares that bot...