Climbed Under the Old Dodge

Yep, sure did. Gas tank needed changin', and weren't nobody but me to do it. It's 25 degrees out, so I only got to takein' the old one out before I was so cold I decided to put the new one in tommorrow.

Washed off and hopped on the L to eighth street, where I got on the E up to Times Square to do a little openning set for a play. I "won" this set by answering a trivia question on another message board. Tiny black box theater over a bodega. Six people in the audience. They begged me to stay and watch the play. It's about the trials and tribulations of a young black 17-year-old coming out of the closet to
his family and... himself.

Most ham-fisted, after school special, poorly acted sack of shit to ever grace the stage. The lead character was a replacement 8 days before the show and read his lines off of the scipt in his hands, delivered in a monotone. The best actor was another guy playing a really queeny black 18-year-old. But this is probably only because he was in fact a really queeny black 18-year-old off stage as well.

I ran out as soon as the lights came up. I didn't want anybody asking me what I thought. By the way, the above play was supposed to be a comedy according to the stage manager.