shakespeare //

Thursday afternoons mark getting together with a gaggle of friends and watching each one die. fall in love, go insane, or monologue in horror repeatedly over a span of 2 hours from Romeo & Juliet all the way to Richard III. I'd never had more fun chasing Brutus off the stage, yelling at Prince Ferdinand, or slapping my twin, Richard the III, in the face. //

And the person in the mirror is not me, but probably Mercutio...or Shylock...or the Constable who says one line - I don't know whom I was at the moment.

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