A Quick Note on Homecoming

Homecoming, by Mr. Eugene O'Neill, was finished last night out on the porch.


Previously, this would be cause for excitement, if not a drunken bitch session with other theatre students/normal people who felt like I did after I read The Hairy Ape: glassy-eyed, lethargic, filled with post-modern John Osbourne-levels of rage, and thoroughly bored out of my goddamn skull.