drive-by fruiting

I love my fat boys. Last night, my show opened. It went so amazingly well, and afterwards we all hung out at the house awhile to have a beer and relax. At about eleven, I am sitting on the porch having a cigarette. I hear a car pull up, and I see the people I am talking to peer out at the street. Next, I hear frantic footsteps running up the stairs, and then I see a blur that looks something like a human … and then the blur chucks flowers in my face.

I am so confused.

I turn around to look at the street … and Sjet is running back towards Molly’s car. I say “Hey, come back here, you!” and she says “We can’t! It’s May Day!” I say “I love my fat boys!” and she jumps into the car, which screeches off into the night.

I look at my flowers … they have a little card attached which says “Happy May Day” in Sjet’s typewriter’s special uneven font. The other cast members and friends who are still there agree that my friends are the best ones. I agree.