NWF # 16 A Very Special Thanksgiving Family Dinner

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you all had turkey and various other food items. I would just like to say that Mashed Potatoes are my favorite Thanksgiving food, I know you can eat them any time, but people really put in more effort during Thanksgiving. I love Mashed Potatoes... So in honor of this holiday where it celebrates... whatever... Either the peaceful dinner white folks had with some native americans, or the beginning of the end of said natives. (I mean we can all agree that the white folks were dicks to them at least right? Like are we celebrating that? Isn't that what columbus day is for?) So in honor of this holiday I have written a piece, not quite a skit, well if u have a dark sense of humor like me. otherwise it's just a whole buncha white people hangin out and being horrible. I dunno, let me know what you think. I kinda had fun writing these horrible people, might flesh it out more and make it a one act. enjoy!

A Very Special Thanksgiving Family Dinner

A dinner table, the door to the kitchen up center, and the front door is downstage left. Carolyn, an older woman, is setting the table, she opens a bottle of wine, maybe music is playing, she finishes setting the table and the door bell rings. Hearing it pains her, she takes a large swig from her bottle of wine and hides it. The door bell rings again.

Carolyn: It's open!

Doris enters

Doris: Hi Mom, happy Thanksgiving, how's Dad?

Carolyn: Oh you know your Father, it's not a holiday unless he's voiding his bowels as the family arrives.

Doris: of course, how's his heart? I heard he went to go see Dr. Tevelowitz last week?

Carolyn: His hearts fine, built like an ox, that man. He just went in for his check up and to call the doctor a shifty Jew.

Doris: Classic Daddy. (Looks around, panics) Oh shit, where are the kids. (Shouts) You little shits have three seconds to get in here, One! Two! (Two kids enter, Candy and Bryan) Say high to Grandma, and be nice about it.

Candy: Hi grandma! Did you know that Bryan got caught cheating on his math test last week?

Bryan: Shut up Candy! Hey Grandma, do you guys have Cable yet?

Doris: Bryan, what did I tell you? No tv. Hey, where is your brother?

Bryan: I dunno, Candy said he's an illegal so we don't have to watch him.

Doris: Candy you little bitch, Dylon is not an illegal he is your brother, he came out of me just like the two of you did, so I expect you to treat him like you would Bryan.

Candy: So I should hate him unreasonably?

Bryan: Hey!

Candy: And besides, that's not what I said! I said that he is an illegitimate so who cares what happens to him?

Doris: Candy, go get Dylon! (Candy Exits)

Carolyn: I don't remember Dylon, which one is he?

Doris: Oh sure you've met him Mom, I'm sure you'll remember him when you see him. (Candy enters with Dylon, a black kid.) Dylon, you remember Grandma?

Dylon: She left me in the middle of the street, and told me to wait until the police picked me up.

Candy: Shut up Dylon! No I didn't!

Doris: You kids go get ready for dinner, Candy, you're on thin ice young lady!

Candy: That's how your real parents died, they fell through the ice. (Kids Exit)

Carolyn: I don't remember the black one.

Doris: Mom, you've met him before, remember Dylon? My son?

Carolyn: No, that doesn't sound right...

Doris: Do you need help with anything Mom?

Carolyn: No, no, everything's been ready for since two, it's ok that everyone is three hours late. Now we're just waiting on your brother and Patrick, and your sister.

Doris: Uh oh, he's bringing Patrick? You know Dad's gonna flip out.

Carolyn: I've already dealt with your father, he will play nice tonight.

Doris: Alright, is there any wine?

Carolyn: Just a bit in the kitchen. (Doris exits, Carolyn takes another large swig from the bottle she has hidden, the door bell rings, she takes a swig, hides the bottle) It's open!

Danny and Patrick enter, Patrick is Latino

Danny: Hey Mom, happy thanksgiving!

Carolyn: Hey Danny! Happy Thanksgiving Patrick, you look thinner every time I see you.

Patrick: Oh Carolyn, you charmer. Happy Thanksgiving.

Danny: Are Doris and her kids here? I saw the Mom van parked out front.

Carolyn: Oh yeah, she's in the kitchen, she's got a black kid now.

Danny: Yeah, Dylon, I met him last week. Jeeze Mom, judge much? (Exits to the kitchen)

Carolyn: I just wish my kids would tell me when they have kids, even black kids. So Patrick tell me, how are things with my Son? Is he as stubborn as his father?

Patrick: Well, he had to get something from his father.

Carolyn: Well I sure hope it wasn't his father's tiny penis.

Patrick: Ok, so he got two things from his father.

They laugh and Patrick pulls out a flask and Carolyn pulls out her wine bottle, they toast and take drinks. She examines his face and rubs off some makeup

Carolyn: Ah I see he got another thing from his father, come on, I'll show you how to cover up like a champ, I've been doing it a lot longer. Bring the booze.

They exit. Danny and Doris enter from the kitchen, followed by a cloud of smoke, laughing and coughing.

Doris: Oh my god we haven't done that in Mom's kitchen since forever. So how are things with Speedy Gonzales?

Danny: Shhh!!! Not so loud, he doesn't know I told you that, he also doesn't know that three and a half minutes is not long enough for intercourse. Things are all right, he's been drinking more since we had that fight.

Doris: What fight?

Danny: Oh it's nothing, we just had a little fight, about coming over here, about dad, his drinking, my smoking, that failed three way we had.

Doris: Well if those videos I've seen are any indication, it gets better. I mean at least he's here with you, Gerald left me for that slut Ruth, his Slutty Secretary.

Danny: Ouch.

Doris: I mean, come on, how am I supposed to compete with that? Her job title is Slutty Secretary, I never had a chance.

Door bell rings

Danny: It's open!

Dahlia enters, she is the frumpy sister.

Dahlia: Hey guys, long time no see.

Doris: God Dahlia, I guess...

Danny: When will you stop lording over the rest of us? Just because you've been in school forever doesn't mean you are any better than us.

Doris: How is school, since that's all you want to talk about.

Dahlia: Uh, I've been out of school for like five years, you guys came to my graduation.

Doris: I think I would remember that.

Dahlia: Maybe it's all the pot you've been smoking, jesus guys open a window at least.

Danny: Oh Dahlia quit being such a wet blanket, marijuana is proven to increase your memory, so I guess I'm smarter than the school girl. Besides, it's medicinal, it says so on the bottle.

Dahlia: Yeah it's medicinal, for Dad, it's for his insomnia, not for you two to get high on.

Danny: (Danny and Dahlia laugh) Dad doesn't have insomnia. Look Dahlia, I know you don't know how things work in the real world because of your study groups and your adderall addiction, but Dad just SAID he has insomnia so he could get his weed card, and if we smoke a little of it to get through a family dinner no harm no foul.

Dahlia: Uh, except it's illegal Danny.

Doris: Oh Dahlia, quit being such a nerd. You need to get your head out of your test grades and your computer sciences. Now where are my kids? KIDS! (Kids enter) Kids, say hi to your aunt Dahlia.

Bryan: It smells like when Mr. Hill visits in here.

Doris: Shut up Bryan, sit down and get ready to eat. Ma, everyone's here we're ready to eat.

Carolyn: (Off stage) Hold your damn horses, we're coming. (Carolyn and Patrick enter) Alright time to eat. (She takes a large swig of her wine, finishing it. Goes into the kitchen and brings out food. The kids are messing around Doris is dealing with them, Danny and Patrick are arguing about what Patrick was doing with Carolyn in the bathroom, while he drinks from his flask, Dahlia is on her smart phone, Doris judges her for it. Carolyn sits down and begins to pray) Dear lord, who art in heaven, we thank you for this bountiful feast in front of us, not that you were the one who slaved in the kitchen all day. You didn't do anything to help prepare this meal, but still here I am thanking you for it, because well, that's the way it is. So thank you, thank you for all you've given me over the years, my shitty husband, my drinking problem, and three shitty kids. Doris, the whore who brought three children into this world two little shit stains and a bastard, Danny, who, if Patrick's bruises are any indication, is as big a piece of shit as his father, and finally lovely Dahlia, too smart to ever be happy, and too much of a sarcastic cunt to ever get a man. So thank you lord, for all the precious moments you've given me on earth, the fights, the ungratefulness, the bruises, and the wine, I can't thank you enough for the wine. Also I would like to thank you for the only thing I actually have to be thankful for this year, my shitty husband died on the toilet five minutes before everyone got here.

The family doesn't know how to react to any of this, this last part most of all. Then Dennis walks out.

Dennis: I ain't dead yet you old bag!

Carolyn: Thanks for nuthin! Amen.

Dennis: Hey, who's the black kid?

Black out.

NWF # 15 I am Waiting For a Bus

Hello readers! I wasn't going to be able to complete a new scene for today so i was going back through my composition book (That is where I do all of my original handwritten drafts) and I found this skit I wrote a few months back, I didn't really think it was that great, so i never posted it, but then I read through it again today and saw some potential. I made some edits and added some more dialogue, changed the ending and made it a Mr. Moral skit! So I hope you enjoy and that if you had any doubts in your mind about whether or not I am a horrible person that this clears it up.

I am Waiting for a Bus

A bus stop, Mr. Moral walks out, during his monologue Carl Enters.

Mr. Moral: Public transportation, one of modern man's greatest inventions. If you need to go somewhere, but you don't have a car, you can hop on the bus, for about two dollars. When man created public transportation he also unknowingly created something else. The People who take Public transportation. Are they crazy? What is that smell? Does that young woman know that we can hear her while she talks on the phone? Where did that cat come from? Does that baby have a tattoo? These and many more questions are asked while riding the bus. But today we have a man who is riding the bus for the first time, Carl, age 32, Caucasian, divorced and pretending to be happy about it, banker, and part time whale enthusiast. Will he learn his lesson? Or will he wind up just another tragedy in the play on the stage of life, in our story entitled “I am Waiting for a Bus”

(Mr. Moral exits, Carl is sitting on the bench, waiting. Barr, a homeless man walks over to the bench and sits down, Carl smiles and starts talking. Carl should sound like the happiest man in the world, he is overly optimistic, practically in denial about anything bad that has happened his entire life.

Carl: Well hello there sir, it's a wonderful morning isn't it?

Barry: (Coughs/hacks) What's so wonderful about it?

Carl: Well, it's not too hot, nor is it too cold, it's just wonderful. The sun is in the sky, the birds are singing, and why just this morning I found a nickel on the ground.

Barry: Oh, I lost a nickel on the ground this morning.

Carl: Well it must be serendipity that we met then, here is your nickel along with my introduction. Hi, my name is Carl.

Barry: Hello Carl

Carl: And what is your name good sir?

Barry: Barry, Barry Berkowitz. Salutations and all that.

Carl: Well Barry Berkowitz, isn't it just lovely out today.

Barry: You already mentioned that.

Carl: Well it is just so lovely, sometimes it can get so hot at this time of day.

Barry: (mumbles) As if you would know...

Carl: What was that?

Barry: I wish it would snow.

Carl: Oh no, not me, I am not a fan of Mr. Winter, have you ever been out when he comes to town? No sir, no thank you.

Barry: Are you kidding me?

Carl: No, quite the contrary, I am quite full of wonderment.

Barry: What?

Carl: Have you ever been out in the cold?

Barry: Of course I have, I'm homeless.

Carl: You are!? Oh my, I just assumed you were some sort of foreigner with your strange garb sir. I am truly sorry I did not mean to offend you.

Barry: Uh... Thanks?

Carl: Well you are very welcome, and I must say you do not carry yourself in the manner of a homeless man, you my friend are much more dignified.

Barry: Right... you got a dollar?

Carl: I'm afraid I do not. What I do have though is this credit card. Here, take it. Why don't you buy yourself some food, or a cheese cake or something. I mean I assume homeless man may enjoy a cheesecake as well as any other man may. That is not to say that I assume many things about homeless men, other then that they are all without homes and may do sexual favors for money.

Barry: What?

Carl: Oh, no, have I offended you again? I only meant that if I were so inclined I could pay you for sexual favors no? I mean I am not so inclined, but if I were, I could yes?

Barry: No, I'm not some street whore, I'm just a homeless man. Here take your damn credit card, I'm not sucking you off!

Carl: Oh no, oh no, I fear I have done it twice now! Good Barry Berkowitz, of the Bus Stop Berkowitzs I do not wish to get sexual favors from you, I only wish to help you with this credit card. Here take it.

Barry: Look, are you sure about this? Giving me a credit card? I mean, what if I use it to buy booze?

Carl: Well that would be ok, as long as you are of age, you are of age aren't you?

Barry: Of course I am. No I mean you don't worry about what I buy? Or how much I spend?

Carl: Not at all my good sir, anything to help a fellow human being.

Barry: What's the catch?

Carl: Catch? There is no catch.

Barry: You are just giving me this credit card to do with whatever I can think of?

Carl: Yes, I mean there is only a $2,000 limit, so there are some boundaries.

Barry: That's not the point, you, Carl, are just giving me, Barry, a homeless man your credit card, with no strings attached, to go out and buy things?

Carl: Yes

Barry: And it works?

Carl: Yes.

Barry: Why?

Carl: Because it felt like the right thing to do.

Barry: Mister, you are right messed up in the head. But, well I guess I'm grateful, have fun waiting for the bus, I'm off to buy some food and clothes! (Exits)

Carl: (Pulls out his cellphone, he sounds different, less cheerful, almost desperate) Hello? Judith? It's me, Carl, Judith please let me talk to Bobby? Judith-I- He's my son dammit, now let me talk to him. No, don't hang up, Judith, listen- (He is defeated and puts his phone away, he walks off as a News Reporter walks on)

News Reporter: This is Steven Storm coming to you live from the scene of the accident, at about four PM this afternoon a man was seen walking into the middle of oncoming traffic, he was hit by a bus and died immediately, witnesses say he was talking to a homeless man right before the accident, police are looking for that homeless man, if you have any information please call 555-555-5554.

Mr. Moral has walked in as the News Reporter finishes.

Mr. Moral: There is always a catch.

Back Like Leggings! NWF # 14 Leo @ Auditons

I have actually no clue is leggings are indeed back, or if they left, or what differentiates them from stockings (Am I thinking of the right thing? I doubt it) But I'm Back! After a few hours of making myself write, and another few making myself type I have a new scene finished for all of you! Let me know what you think, my major issue is with how I end the scene, is it too abrupt? Does it convey what I want it to? Can you tell what I want it to convey? Or do they need more time/dialogue? Hope you enjoy it. and for all you Shakespeare fans out there, don't kill me for fucking with the format, I am just trying to save space. As always any and all feedback is appreciated.

Scene seven: Leo @ Auditions

Leo: Ok, so maybe that wasn't the smartest move, in fact, making a bet with Bryan Daniel was probably the worst thing I could do for our company right now... But if we win, he has to pay all of our bills... IF we win, and that's a pretty big if. But I have faith, I keep telling Joel that it will be ok, we just have to find some great actors, I know Wilton is a small town, but I'm sure there's got to be some talent here that has gone unnoticed. So we put out flyers advertising for auditions. And wouldn't you know it, people actually showed up!

Lights up, the stage has been cleared the “Mountain Spayers” sign still hangs in the back, Joel enters

Joel: Wow, there is a surprising amount of people out there, we might not actually lose everything. Alright, you ready for the first one?

Leo: Send em in.

Leo and Joel sit at a table, or in the audience, a young woman, Cassie, walks on stage, nervous but excited.

Cassie: Hi, my name is Cassie Christina and this monologue is called “Stabbing Victim” from the Vagina Aunologues.

Leo: You mean the Vagina Monologues?

Cassie: (Staring at Leo intensely) No, I mean the Vagina Aunologues, they won't let me do the Vagina Monologues, so I started my own thing, and it's called the Vagina Aunologues, and it's a million times better.

Leo: Uh, alright, go ahead.

Cassie: (Turns around to get into character and spins back around quickly, and shrieks) Oh my god! I've been stabbed in my Vagina! (Leo and Joel suppress their laughter) his lustful hate filled man penis stuck inside me like a rusty dagger that stabs a woman in her vagina. I screamed and he pulled out and apologized, but once was all it took, to awaken the murderous rage inside me. I grabbed the nearest knife (She pulls a knife out from behind her, Leo and Joel are a little freaked out, and get increasingly so during her monologue) and I stabbed him, just as he had stabbed me! I stabbed him, and I stabbed him, and I stabbed him! Again, and again, and again! Yeah Chad! That'll stop you from ever stabbing another woman with your vile defiling tool! I stabbed him some more until his blood ran down my face and into my eyes making my vision into a red blur, I was awoken, I had discovered myself! I had come unto the world! (She stands holding the knife, Leo and Joel are terrified) And scene.

Leo: Well... uh, thank you crazy er uh Cassie Christina! And I see you brought your own prop.

Cassie: Oh this? No, I just carry it around with me, but during the performance I felt that to properly get the stabbing across I should pull it out and demonstrate.

Joel: Wow, uh powerful stuff Cassie, so they wouldn't let you join the Vagina Monologues? I can't imagine why.

Cassie: They said I would hurt the cause, can you believe that?

Leo: I cannot.

Joel: Leo I don't know if I made this clear enough, but I really don't want to get stabbed.

Leo: Shh! Cassie, come back later to check the call back list.

Cassie turns around and goes upstage and stands with her back to the audience while striking a pose, the (Old) Man w/ Can from scene 3 comes shuffling onstage

Man w Cane: Hello my name is Old Man With Cane, and I will be doing a thing.

Joel: I'm sorry your name is what?

Man w Cane: Oh, right, I'm sorry, my name is Old Man With Cane Hernandez.

Joel: Of course it is, alright, show us what you've got.

Man w Cane: A 5-6-7-8! (He starts to do an old timey tap shuffle, very poorly) Oh, hold on, I messed that up, let me start over. A 5-6-7-8! (He starts doing a completely different dance, maybe the charleston?)

Joel: Oh god, we're doomed.

Leo: Hey, we're only on our second person. It'll pick up I promise. Thank You, next!

Man W Cane goes upstage and joins Cassie. A young woman, Maddy Mason, comes out.

Maddy: Hello, my name is Maddy Mason, and I will be doing a monologue from Romeo & Juliet. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet. Thank You.

Leo: Wow, that was great!

Joel: It really was, thank you, can you tell us a little about yourself Maddy?

Maddy: Well, I've lived in Tebacula all my life, but I always felt more like a Wilton girl. Um, I'm twenty years old and I work at my Grandpa's Welding Museum.

Leo: Wait, your grandpa is Marlon Mason?

Maddy: Yeah, that's him.

Leo: oh man, crazy! How is he? Is he still around? I mean I remember the last time I saw him was before I went to school and he must been close to ninety-five.

Maddy: He's doing great, almost 105 now. Looking as young as ever too, ever since he got his new skin and lungs.

Leo: Haha, yeah, that sounds like the Marlon I remember.

Joel: I'm sorry, what?

Maddy: Oh, well my grandpa was horribly disfigured in the war, so he he was given new skin and organs my the government. And every other ten years he has his skin replaced, and every thirty years he gets new organs, that's what's been keeping him alive all these years.

Joel: I don't even know what to- I mean- What?

Leo: Thank you Maddy, now what sort of role were you hoping to get?

Maddy: Oh just a small one, really just being in the play would be enough for me.

Leo: Would you be willing to take one of the bigger parts?

Maddy: Oh, well, yes, but the thing is, I can't. You see I have this thing, where everyday something happens to my brain, and I wake up and can only speak with an accent. I was lucky because today I woke up with no accent. Yesterday it was Jamaican, who knows what tomorrow will be. I'd love a bigger role, but I think it's just safer for everyone if I just play a witch.

Leo: Witch it is, when you see your Grandpa next tell him I said hi.

Maddy: You can tell him yourself, he's right after me.

Leo: Cool, Next.

Maddy joins the others upstage. In walks a man who doesn't look a day older than say 29. he is Marlon Mason, and speaks in a gruff voice.

Marlon: Hello, my name is Marlon Mason and uh, I will be doing a monologue as uh, what's his name from uh... that play. (Whispers to Maddy) Psst. What's the character again?

Maddy: Macbeth.

Marlon: And what's the play called again?

Maddy: Macbeth.

Marlon: Oh right, I will be playing Macbeth, from Macbeth.

Leo: Yeah, I thought I'd wait till later to say something, but now seems like as good time as any. What are you guys doing back there? Cassie? Man with Cane? Maddy?

Cassie: This is what happens at an audition, I've seen A Chorus Line.

Leo: Right, well, not this audition. You guys are good to go, just check the call back list that will be posted later today.

(The exit, Maddy wishes Marlon to break a leg, Marlon says it's inapropriate, Cassie says its very unprofessional, and Old Man W Cane just mumbles something against Koreans)

Joel: Ok, Marlon, whenever you are ready.

Marlon: Right, (Clears his throat and goes right into his monologue, and does a great job) Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Thank You.

Joel: Wow, thank you Marlon. Make sure to check the call back list later today.

Marlon: I would just like to say that even if I do not get cast in the show I am still available to help with any welding that you need done for the show.

Leo: Thank you Marlon. (Marlon exits)

Joel: well I think we've found our Macbeth.

Leo: I'll say so. See this is going to be good.

Joel: I hope so. Do you mind if we take a little break before the next round of people?

Leo: No, go ahead. (The stage goes dark except for Leo) We saw the rest of the people after that. Some were pretty talented, others... not so much. But they all seemed like hardworking salt of the earth type people. There was Lacey, the waitress who tried to sell me and Joel her uterus a while back, Old jack, the owner of the bar on grand avenue. Sheila, she says she is a kindergarten teacher, but we're pretty sure she is a sixty year old prostitute. These two weird Goth girls who told me that my dead grandmother says hello, and then there was Gary.

Lights up, Gary is onstage, and Leo and Joel are in their chairs.

Gary: Hi, my name is Gary, I'm the bouncer at Old Jack's bar.

Leo: I thought you looked familiar! You kicked me out of the bar once.

Gary: Oh, uh sorry.

Leo: Oh, don't be. I deserved it.

Joel: What did you do.

Leo: I was drunkenly telling everyone that the bathrooms were full of spiders.

Joel: Why would that get you kicked out?
Gary: Old Jack's doesn't have bathrooms.

Joel: Oh.

Leo: I said drunkenly.

Gary: Anyway I will be doing Romeo from Romeo and Juliet. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Thank You.

Joel: Thank you Gary.

Leo: Yes, thank you Gary, question, how tall are you?

Gary: About six-four?

Leo: Nice.

Joel: (Hitting Leo) Thank you Gary, please check the call back list later today.

Gary exits and Joel gives Leo a look.

Leo: What?

Joel: Don't you “What?” me, you were checking him out the whole time. Did you even listen to his piece?

Leo: Yeah, he was all “Thou, thee, do me”

Joel: Not at all what he said. Well we are still gonna use him, because he had a pretty good audition. But you are not gonna have sex with him, is that understood?

Leo: What? Why do you make me sound like some sort of sex maniac?

Joel: Aren't you?

Leo: I don't see what that has to do with this. Besides, I thought we were, well I mean not right now cause of the uh. Well ya know.

Joel: We what? Me and you are?

Leo: Uh, nothing, never mind, just forget I said anything.

Joel: Leo, we can talk about this, we are adults ya know.

Leo: Talk about what?

Joel: Ya know, us, what we're doing...?

Leo: Putting on a play?

Joel: Uh, yeah, ya know I gotta go make the cast list, I'll see ya later. (Exits)

Leo: I'm a dick...

Black out

End of ACT I

Fail Blog aka My Life is Fail Blog

So I haven't updated for awhile, the friday before the friday before halloween (What's that the 21st?) I just haven't been able to write anything, I have a few scribbles, but nothing really worth posting. I am thinking of reworking the play i am currently working on (The one i've been posting on here) so that it becomes a one act (somehow......?)) so I can enter it into this contest, they're looking for one acts, and I figure I think this is funny and I could condense it maybe? Just sort of make everything happen in the Wilton Hall of Performance maybe? I don't really know as of yet. I hope to get more written next week, hopefully my mind grapes will be full of juice...or whatever. But for now I apologize and say keep an eye out for more stuff!