Monday, June 19, 2017

June 19, 2017

Dear Diary,

Since Dr. Morell had enough Darvon on hand, he agreed to let me attend that Julius Caesar theater show everyone is talking about last night. It was very exciting and clever, because instead of togas and sandals, the cast wears business suits and neckties and eventually kills Carrot Head on stage.

Now THAT'S art.

The play itself was okay I guess, but I would have liked to see more people stabbed interaction between Julius Caesar and John Podesta his top aides.  Also, I think there should have been a few scenes where Caesar debates Brutus. An opportunity where for Brutus or Cassius to get a few zingers in there. After all, we paid a lot of gag writers a freaking fortune to write ad libs for me we're talking about a classic piece of theater here, with a significant political message.

I was disappointed to see the part where Donna Brazile hands Brutus the questions before the debate was completely missing. That was totally bogus. They probably didn't include it because the whole production was white people had to be over by ten o'clock.  That's when the bums and addicts take over people have to leave Central Park.

I also think the production could have used a few songs and dance numbers, you know, to keep things a bit more exciting. Those speeches about poor people and their health problems just droned on and on. We were halfway through the second act when the Valium kicked in and I nodded off.  If Dr. Morell hadn't jabbed me in the ribs with a pencil, I probably would have missed the part where the alt-right guys jumped on to the stage and got chased all over the place by the security squad.

I'm not going to lie. It was the best part of the show.

Made it back to my room in time to have cookies and some Benzedrine cocoa. Slept great. Dreamed about knives.

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