the Fourth Wall, the Chair, the Eunuch, and a Commercial from our Sponsor

They would have you be at their pleasure without consideration for your own, making you much like a decoration for a themed party, or as an ornament on a holiday tree. They would take comfort in the incompleteness they have drawn into your features, the omitted protuberance, the hairlessness, the fuzzy contours and corrected conversations. They would know you as a toy then. The big fun walking talking sipping spitting toy. Look! he makes smoke rings. Do it again! again.

And always Miss Marian that is where I drew the line with you. The only hard and fast line, I think now. Do you remember C sitting on the floor in the corner, pulling poetry rapid-fire from her head? Your favorite, she. And I didn't begrudge you that, your 2nd favorite was sufficient and much more than I expected at the beginning. And who did you ask to call on your daughter when in the Dallas area? The great salesman now nervous to handle the phone, fumbling to form complete sentences. How could she not be spectacular? Who could ever be worthy?

But did you not co-conspire with your pronounced silence on the lascivious, the carnal, the physically perfected allures? When did you announce: I am as a man must. No, you skulked about the periphery as a beggar, not even rattling your beggar's tin, never raising your voice to command: I must eat! No, you are the lead conspirator, not once raising your eyes to see which full man does not dignify you with so much as a hateful glance and a spit at his feet. You disservice the very dirt that has become your bed.

The play's the thing, no? And so I put names to every slight and exaltation and bend it whatever way it needs be. Attempt to wring some art from everyday. James Allen to be revealed. Please forgive the interruption.

It's Friday night so after you strike out in the bars get your ass over to Dicky's Joint and eat some homemade macaroni and gravy with some nice sausage or meatballs and try your luck at Rough and Tumble. Don't be a fucking pussy and head straight home or go try to grab some snatch out of the  diners - when did that move ever pay off? We got free booze for the players. Got broads too. Don't be a pussy now. And yeah, of fucking course you need a vouch. Any time after ten tonight. Ask for Dicky. I'll be here.