It was a dark and stormy night in Brooklyn. Clichéd, yes, but when I sat down for an outdoor dinner and drinks with two-thirds of the Debate Society, it literally was.
It was supposed to be a lark. My wife and I were in the middle of a busy Friday evening, but The Pumpkin Pie Show: Commencement was supposed to be pretty short. I knew the writer, Clay McLeod Chapman, from a skit show I was periodically working on with the Rapid Response Team.
Sam Hunter and I share a lot of things in common. We both graduated from the playwriting program at Juilliard. As recipients of the PONY Fellowshipa program that grants a writer a midtown living space for a yearwe have lived in the same exact apartment, albeit in different years.