Last night the cast of act one of my history making play, Cavity Search, had their first rehearsal. Tonight the cast of act two will be rehearsing, and of course tomorrow night at eight at A Red Orchid Theater will be the first eagerly awaited public reading, with all proceeds going to A Red Orchid Theater. I will not be personally attending any of the rehearsals so what ever takes place tomorrow will be fresh and exciting. I have great confidence in Benno, the director.
I find it interesting how not only the public at large, but most of the demonstrators in yesterdays anti-Afghanistan War march, have turned on the so called Black Bloc anarchists. It's quite clear by now that their only reason for doing anything is so they can fight with the cops. Now I understand these are young kids, but even a young kid with an IQ over ninety should be able to figure out what a losing proposition this is. Also, all you accomplish is alienating everyone which makes you isolated and impotent. I would have loved to see somebody in the "mainstream media" ask some of the Occupy leaders what they thought of the Black Bloc's antics?
On a lighter note Clown is trying to stay sober weeknights and thereby confining his drunken reveling to weekends. So far so good. Unlike a lot of drunks Clown is more interesting to be around when he's sober. Because Clown has been showing up at the bar in the morning before he goes to work in order to use our Wi Fi, we've had to assign him his own secret knock. He decided to use the traditional international clown knock.
Street Jimmy was first to show up this morning. He seemed a bit tired. When Faggypants showed up he gave Jimmy a nice sandwich he'd brought from home. Jimmy didn't seem particularly grateful, I guess he's come to expect nothing less from Faggypants. Yesterday , while Jimmy was sleeping on the wooden bench Faggypants called me over to where Jimmy was snoring.
"Look, he's got a giant boner!"
"Thanks, I wouldn't want to have missed that for anything."
About ten minutes later Jimmy started making alarming noises. He was obviously having a nightmare. Faggypants stopped his mopping and shook Jimmy. "Jimmy, wake up, you're having a nightmare."
After Jimmy woke up I said, "Jimmy, you must have been dreaming about some nasty pussy."
Rubbing his eyes, Jimmy said, "why you say dat?"
"You were having a nightmare and your dick was hard."
"How you know my dick was hard?"
"Faggypants saw it."
"Sheet," Jimmy said before he resumed his nap.
Faggypants said that the two twinks he met at yesterdays demonstration were from New York, "one of them , a very cute little number, said he was in college, and he had rich parents but he hated them, and he hadn't been to sleep in three days. He needed a shave, that's for sure."
Basil wanted to film another episode of Jimmy and Faggypants as they discuss their upcoming ping pong match, so I woke Jimmy up. Jimmy needs time to "come alive" after he wakes up. Faggypants was already in the bag by the time Basil started filming. It took awhile to get Jimmy to get into the interview but when he finally did it was pure gold. I'm sure Basil will have it up on my Blog soon. An extra treat was a surprise appearance by Juke Box Joe.
Hawkeye gave Jimmy a brand new hoody from the lost and found with Harvard written on it. I have a feeling somebody's going to want it back and so I told Jimmy to bring it back as soon as it warms up.