Arts
A short piece performed at Rattlestick Playwright’s Theater wherein the passing of an old friend is mourned, the essential horror of relationships is dealt with, the wonders and ecstasies of Spa Castle are revealed, and an unexpected encounter opens an unexpectedly French door. I love you, Rob. I will never forget racing that other car down Second Avenue, you shouting maniacly “I’VE EARNED THIS!” Goddamn, son, you really fucking did. I’ll see you on the other side.