Whorapy and letting art marinate for a few years

Ten years ago while living in San Francisco I wrote a first draft of a play called Whorapy. Some of it was written in a motel room north of the city after I accidentally hit a raccoon with my car on the way there. I was so distraught I wrote a poem for it and went back and buried it the next day.  I don’t like killing things; it buries your soul for a good long while.

After completing a rugged draft I moved to New York City and picked it up again in a writing class in 2004. Over the last several years I’ve developed it……

Will write more tomorrow…must turn into Green Lantern and save some late night kittens….

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