I didn’t see His star. I mean, I didn’t notice His particular star. Truth be told, I’d had more than a few martinis with my friend, Nadia.
I’m a writer and maitre d’—not usually in that order—living on the newly rediscovered island of Manhattan, also published by Little Old Lady Comedy and WryTimes, self-published on Medium, currently composing the second draft of my first full-length play, though I’ve yet to complete the first draft of my first full-length play, as I have a crippling fear of dénouements. I've written five ten-minute plays, four of which received staged readings, produced by off-Broadway’s Abingdon Theatre Company, the fifth of which was deemed “unsuitable for subscribers.”