Sometimes when I’m buckled into the belly of a metal beast shaking violently at thirty six thousand feet above Kansas, I like to dig through my computer and find old things I wrote and try and remember when and why I wrote them. I’m guessing the below Gem is circa 2005 and because I saw a boy with a rat tail getting out of Van and because I had recently moved to NYC to study playwriting and was lonely and longing to Be Seen AND WAS THEREFORE DUTY BOUND TO BECOME A DARK AND BROODING PERSON. ENJOY!