sweet pat, writing plays is fun and challenging: i've written two, one was sorta fucked up, it was about some chick who got AIDS from her mom, who was raped by some dude, thats how she got it...the mom died when the girl was young so she lived with her grandparents, who were really old and sorta off their rockers, so the girl didnt really get proper care, nobody liked her becasue everyone thought she had AIDS so nobodys parents would let them be freinds with her so she grows up super neglected and depressed, in the end it turns out she is HIV negative and somehting happy happens to her, but i forget...i wrote it when i was 15...the other one was funnier, it was a bout this kid who had no social skills whatsoever but is in love with this girl, but of course cant do anything about it...then one night he is getting a late night snake and there is a really old sandwich in the fridge that starts talking to him and it gives him all this advice, so he wakes up thinking its a dream, but follows the advice and gets a date friday...when he goes home from school the sandwich is still there and of course talks to him...dadadada...the girl comes over to watch a movie, and the guy is shit nervous, so he goes to the fridge to get advice, but his dad threw away the sandwich so hes on his own and in the end he pulls through...it was pretty funny, i have it somewhere at my parents house
''Your true colors are showing through, Erich...pink...lots and lots of pink.''