[Craig, Alan, and Curly sit together on a park bench. Each of them is holding a lit cigar. They occasionally take drags and watch the "birds" walk by.]
ALAN: How do
When I was a kid, my dad used to take an incessant number of pictures. My least favorite part of family vacations was the pictures. I found it so unnecessary. Take one picture,
Theresa saw a tall, dark, and handsome man standing at the end of the bar. He wasn't there with anyone, but he was there. She, of course, was there with friends,
‘Tis the season for free-writes. As spring turns into summer, priorities change. Suddenly the temptation to be outside is what matters most. The writing suffers because something must. The world is full of