To: condorboy
Date: Monday, January 16—10:46 PM
Subject: brains
Connor,
You want to read the new play I wrote? It’s brilliant. Pulitzer material for sure. It goes like this:
The Therapy Session
By Crazy McCrazyPants
Dr. BigHead: How are you feeling?
Me: Fine.
Dr. BigHead: Is there anything you’d like to talk about?
Me: No.
Dr. BigHead: Would you like to talk about why you’re here?
Me: No.
Dr. BigHead: Your father said he and your mother are concerned about your erratic and self-destructive behavior.
Dr. BigHead: Is there anything you’d like to say about that?
Me: No.
(47 minutes of silence)
Dr. BigHead: It looks like our time is up.
Me: Bye.
The End.
Ta-motherfucking-da. I’m into minimalism these days.
Love,
Isabel
(P.S.: I don’t really plan on involving my parents in my decision to come visit you.)