Bo knows football. Bo knows baseball. Scott Sickles knows character.

In "We Ride At Dawn," Sickles has created a brilliant portrait of a young person who probably can pronounce every dinosaur's name and the era they lived in, but now has moved on to obsessions with forestry, entomology, and (seemingly) Arthurian England. So rich is Mill's vocabulary and syntax, Mill's focus on revenge against a (perceived) slight is funny, charming, vaguely terrifying, and full of the most delicious ham.

Actors will love chewing the scenery and being bigger than any human has ever been in Sickles' brief monologue.

Children really are the most amazing wordsmiths, aren't they. Rules of grammar, syntax and phonetics, be damned, the way Mill speaks to us about his upcoming campaign to avenge a terrible wrong, is so... right in his intent and misusage. I would speak like that were I in his footie pajamas and that's the charm of Scott Sickles work. He puts us right there in the drivers seat by making his characters sound just like us. We all could have let it go if it weren't for the damned M & M's.

Heroic and bold.
Sickles plays with language and paints bold vibrant images.
He makes me want to try harder as a writer. Enough said.