October 24, 2010

I've had the kind of night that makes me wish I were more adept at script writing:

setting, a Beijing pool hall

a love triangle that every one knows about but is keeping quiet, or so it seems; a friendship triangle of men that once was solid, but is now in decay; folks on the periphery playing pool unaware of the obvious tension.

I feel like I should be able to write that into something one act.

Anyway, I'll be happy to go to bed and forget about most of it.