From Fruittyville with Love
From Fruittyville I once went to visit a dear friend in a local mental health facility, in the visiting hours of the psych ward. I found myself in the company of great actors and actresses each playing a different part unto themselves, even me. I was inadvertently cast as a member of an audience without knowing or having a screen actors guild card. Only there and only there I found myself to be totally committed to this avant garde theater in the loft around me. I wanted to leave, at intermission for a smoke but being extremely curious, and as there was way too much happening around me to dismiss this theater so I didn’t leave, and stayed past the visiting hours. For the so-called sane who came in to see their favorite actors, it was like an alcoholic anonymous meeting without the long and short testimonials; like my name is Pluto I am not crazy but they call me “ little Lil psychotico.” It was truly a scene out of, off, off, off broadway show from the sta...