—Oh my god, fuck that, seriously

—Fuck what?

—Everything. The whole deal.

—No, it can’t be everything. Including this? Us?

—Sweetie, when I’m feeling all maudlin and apocalyptic, nothing is spared.

—Not even me? What about the rod? What of the child???

—OK. I’ll make three exceptions: I’ll spare you, the rod, and the child. [A beat.] [Say, that’s a pretty funky beat!!] No, fuck it. The child will not be spared.

—Wellppppppppppppp me and the rod are a start.

[ENTER sexy cartoon character in sun-dress (sundress, sundries, sun-dried raisins under duress) and a floppy-brimmed hat]

NADINE: Hey everybody have you seen my husband Rod?????? [riotous canned laughter for six hours]


A dad sits eating an extraneous meal in one of those beached train-car diners. A street urchin peers desperately at him through the dining car’s window.  What does the urchin feel? Hatred, desires TBD


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