Today was a little rough around the edges. I miss my city; I miss my people; I was angry. I am still angry. I did not plan this drawing, AT ALL. Joey and I were about nine minutes out from the apartment on a way back from a grocery store run – when I needed, needed, NEEDED, craved, indecently craved, was absolutely drowning with lungs filling up with the realization of how powerless I really am, was gasping to breathe – no, not to breathe – to MAKE –
So I had to. I HAD to. I HAD TO.
So here’s what I made.
(Script of final scene; actors are pulling up to the apartment:)
(Mickey: scribbling one last squiggly suggestion of a blouse – “Uhhhmmnnnehh…”)
(Mickey: squinting at drawing while turning drawing up towards Joey – “How does this look?”)
Joey: “That looks exactly like you.”
Joey: “Yeah, that’s probably the best likeness I’ve seen of you, in a sketchbook…”
Joey: thinks a bit, as all actors shift stage to inside the apartment –
Joey: “Yeah, no, really, no one who knows you would dare mistake – oh wait, I’m getting a call -“