Sometimes you're just walking down the street you see something or somebody that triggers something. And then you start talking to yourself and this...this thing comes out and hopefully you're not arrested for talking to yourself on a public street. Anyway. These are just little monolouges that could, if one wished, be performed. Yes, they're fiction, but they're meant to be spoken. So grab a loved one, print yourself a copy and speak, damn it!


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