the camp director Mike
pulled up along side me
in a golf cart
shooting footage
(for the next season's promo vid)
and said "hey theater-guy,
what have you got, give us a line"
because by then
he knew I was a drunk
and that I hated his
dog shit rich kid camp
(he was fucking with me)
panting a bit but still clear I said
"Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible"
(Shakespeare - Julius Caesar)
he was shocked
just nodded
as if it hadn't been rhetorical
hadn't been an attempt at shame
and drove away.
I kept running.
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