check this shit out!
Scrolling down you'll note lifelong pal & blogrolled e-friend the Pelf rubbing shoulders with David Henry Hwang in the Best Playwriting of the Year category.
The shocking thing isn't that he won- he's been writing & honing his craft on the rougher edges of existence since forever.
No, the shocking thing is that he didn't send me a triumphant email- I had to read about it on his BLOG.
I see how it is.
He gets a taste of the big time and suddenly we LITTLE PEOPLE have to start sniffing around for scraps.
It won't be long until he enters his baroque Charles Foster Kane period and his wife finds him crying in the living room cradling a hunting rifle, dressed in gold lame and fishnets watching an old tape of DLH vs Trinidad.
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