I had the great fortune of hearing this piece at a Monday Night Critique Session through Working Title Playwrights and all I can say is oh. My. God. There is such power in this monologue and Benjamin Carr's dialogue is simultaneously a gut punch and a feather boa on your skin. Read this monologue. Embrace it. Then produce it. It's a powerful piece tackling family, drug abuse, owning who you are, how we choose to remember the dead, and the way the dead ought to be remembered.
I had the great fortune of hearing this piece at a Monday Night Critique Session through Working Title Playwrights and all I can say is oh. My. God. There is such power in this monologue and Benjamin Carr's dialogue is simultaneously a gut punch and a feather boa on your skin. Read this monologue. Embrace it. Then produce it. It's a powerful piece tackling family, drug abuse, owning who you are, how we choose to remember the dead, and the way the dead ought to be remembered.