morning. morning. tried not to wake you.
um. i was shaving and -- my god! jesus! look at your head! dumbly, caden tries to look up at his forehead, then squints nervously at himself in the mirror.
but it's opening night.i know. i'm sorry. i would go if i could.
it was a choice, dad. i'll nothing. but nothing. explain later. i can't get excited about but? your restaging someone else's old play. there's nothing personal in it.
people come out crying,great. be a fucking tool of saying their lives are suburban blue-hair regional changed and -- theater subscribers. but what are you leaving behind? you act as if you have forever to figure it out.