When I was a kid, a friend found his stepfather’s gun.
He took it to the roof with a view of our neighborhood. He lined up empty beer and soda cans on a ledge in the direction of windows. I knew if he fired he might injure or kill a mother making a meal for her kids or a man watching the Yankees on black and white TV. As I tried to reason with him, he pointed the gun at me. Who was that boy who died to become Casper
Mystery
I found myself bathed in bright lights in my play, far from finished. It was being performed for families that came to see their children on amateur night. Playing one of two kids with a gun was a friend who later joined the NYPD. The audience was moved by tragedy and by humor at the end. Then a ‘professional’ playwright stole the story of my life. Now in cyberspace, I can tell my real life sequel to West Side Story.
Curtains rise and the first thing seen is All Rights Reserved by Danny Aponte 2012
Fool me once, shame on you…
I’m going to hit this one out of The Cyber Park and bring the stars down to Real Earth.
Jedi style!
