Rthey peaNuts?

Rape insurance?!!! #$%XH**(&^!!!

(Retreats back into her cave.)

Every once in a while I let my guard down. Not the Playwright me, but the Me me. I peer out into the brilliant world only to see Headlines designed to provoke me. And just as my rage boils over and I’m about to burst into tears, I pull back thinking, you are not going to get the Me me.

I’m a difficult audience.

Yet, here I am, the Playwright me, working at doing exactly the same thing to You.

Huh.

One thought on “Rthey peaNuts?

  1. Lady, lady, lady. Have I ever told you how much I love your voice and how you put words on a page? Well, I do!

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