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….
