by Mitchell Harding
Early Spring 1999
X: Mitch, your scenes have a lot in common and always end in the same way.
Me: I know.
X: And you're skipping your Crypto class to write this.
Me: Yes, I am.
X: But none of this stuff is very good. Mildly amusing, but probably not even worth writing down.
Me: Yeah... I don't know if I'd go that far, but I see your point.
X: Throw in the towel. You aren't a playwrite.
Me: I never claimed to be.