Wish I could give credit to the person who wrote it. It was found in a one-act monologue book. (I would normally never get a monologue from a monologue book but I was desperate.)
I’m not particularly fond of the actual performance but I do like the spontaneity.
Apparently, there is a rabbit that sneaks into my sons’ room. He lives under the mattress and comes up when he thinks everyone has fallen asleep. The rabbit rises out from under the mattress and sneaks into his mothers room, leaps onto the bed and scares her.
Why does he do that?
He scarying her.
Because Continue reading The rabbit will come
This is a message to let you know that I am working at a place called Parkbar. It is located in Union Square, and I will be behind the bar on Saturday’s from 4-9pm, and Monday from 3-9pm. Join me—or just pop your head in and say hello.
I realize Union Square is a major hub, and some of us don’t know each other that well to actually make plans, so I figured letting you know how close I am in relation to where you may be—you’d stop by!
Some of you I know from Improv, from Israel, from Pastis, or Continue reading ParkBar
Additions, to list of the things you do that you will most probably ask me about at some point and I will probably forget at some point. I remember asking my Mom, what was I like when I was a kid, and she remembered a couple things here and there but nothing as detailed as I would have wanted. So in case you are as detailed as me….
-You say “what happened” all the time. You use it as a substitute for “what” “why” and “how.”
“Okay Raf, we’re turning off the movie get ready for bed.”
-You called a chocolate bar a chocolate stick.
-I put you in timeout Continue reading Rafael: ongoing
I was on top of the world. I was floating on the sky that floated on the wind that floated on the earth. I was dressing in suits. Working short hours. Making cash. There were beautiful people all around me. They carried briefcase’s and papers stapled together. One was in a black skirt with heels. Another, a cerulean blue cardigan. There was a lobby Continue reading the trickle down theory
It’s possible we can only happily exist in our imagination.
With the entry of the plane, into the city we know, so is the re-entry of our relationship. We imagine the trip and how pleased we were: to climb, to eat, to swim. We imagine a new life. A new one where we’re both fluent Continue reading It’s Possible