Inspired by Samuel Beckett’s plays (he wrote I and II). I figured I’d modernize it and tone down the whole desolation thing that Beckett loves. Final Draft

A literal reinactment of the worst day of my life. Final Draft

Wanted to write something mocking about Bush, which became suddenly even more mocking when we started war with Iraq. Final Draft

A play I thought of one night when I was standing outside in the cold smoking a cigarette. Final Draft

An exaggerated dramatization of a conversation I had with a guy at work. Final Draft

Very odd. Just read and you’ll see. Final Draft

Exactly what it’s called. Final Draft