shot
who cares? it's just a "reading". no reviews. nothing at stake. friends and a forgiving audience, right? we've only spent a month or so on it. 20...24 hours, if we want to keep in step. a day, out of a year, out of a lifetime.
i wrote the play in cabo san lucas on vacation with my family. i had a view of the ocean I couldn't swim in because the riptides were too dangerous. smoking cigars that I couldn't get in the states. drinking by, and in, the pool. an aquabar. the family we rode with from the airport to the resort had the hottest daughters, too young. maybe in cabo they weren't...maybe if I hadn't be writing I would have grown a pair. Their father looked like he could snap my neck with his pinky. maybe in cabo...he wouldn't have cared? we tried going marlin fishing, but about a half hour into the trip I was green and wretching over the side. back to my balcony. my thoughts. my play. i had an opportunity, with a deadline, i needed to hit.
in Chicago, life is not all too different from the rest of the world. from cabo. the views are picturesque, but of another landscape. towers scraping the sky. traffic moving in and out of consciousness. a new draft of the play. beginning to collaborate. it is not just my dream now. the hands and minds of others interact.
who cares? it's just a "play". a script. what is the deal? nothing is at stake but our time...or if we had money. so, maybe its dark. the sun may never shine again. one night only. i couldn't treat a woman like that.
some say that the pages are like your children you must look after. birth. life. conception. if I were a woman.
the pages are women. drawn to them like berries on a tree. sweet, but in multitudes. one, then the other, then the other, then the other, then...so, then F., are you a one night stand? Yes! O.K.! There have been others. None so grand, so dense. so here and so now. so there will be others. The Julie is around the corner. I beg for your forgiveness. I long for your return. though I know, and so do you, I won't be all there again, like I am now.
F. you all! my nerves...they're shot.
jaw
i wrote the play in cabo san lucas on vacation with my family. i had a view of the ocean I couldn't swim in because the riptides were too dangerous. smoking cigars that I couldn't get in the states. drinking by, and in, the pool. an aquabar. the family we rode with from the airport to the resort had the hottest daughters, too young. maybe in cabo they weren't...maybe if I hadn't be writing I would have grown a pair. Their father looked like he could snap my neck with his pinky. maybe in cabo...he wouldn't have cared? we tried going marlin fishing, but about a half hour into the trip I was green and wretching over the side. back to my balcony. my thoughts. my play. i had an opportunity, with a deadline, i needed to hit.
in Chicago, life is not all too different from the rest of the world. from cabo. the views are picturesque, but of another landscape. towers scraping the sky. traffic moving in and out of consciousness. a new draft of the play. beginning to collaborate. it is not just my dream now. the hands and minds of others interact.
who cares? it's just a "play". a script. what is the deal? nothing is at stake but our time...or if we had money. so, maybe its dark. the sun may never shine again. one night only. i couldn't treat a woman like that.
some say that the pages are like your children you must look after. birth. life. conception. if I were a woman.
the pages are women. drawn to them like berries on a tree. sweet, but in multitudes. one, then the other, then the other, then the other, then...so, then F., are you a one night stand? Yes! O.K.! There have been others. None so grand, so dense. so here and so now. so there will be others. The Julie is around the corner. I beg for your forgiveness. I long for your return. though I know, and so do you, I won't be all there again, like I am now.
F. you all! my nerves...they're shot.
jaw
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