May 2011
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Inner Monologue (a play in progress)
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE: A lonely dive bar in anywhere, America. Dismal lighting, everything in shades of grey. A business man sits by himself, watching the female bartender clean table tops. An underage boy and a war veteran take the stools to his left and right. No one seems to notice except the business man. Brain: to the underage boy “Aren’t you a little young to be in here, kid?” Heart:...
