Creative Control

Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist

So Much Keytar.

tacobellI’m imagining all of the goth and counterculture kids who had to suffer the loss of The Alley and the Punkin’ Donuts observing the Wrigley-villagers lament the end of their Taco Bell and it’s like finding the screenplay to an unfinished John Hughes movie.

TAD: I know. We haven’t always treated you well.

SPIKES: That’s an understatement, Trust-Fund.

TAD: We weren’t there for you when The Alley went down. We were wrong. Isn’t that right, guys?

DUSTIN: Dead wrong.

CARLY: Completely.

TAD: But if we don’t band together to save this Taco Bell now, where’s it going to stop? Tomorrow it’s a coffee shop. The day after that it’s an orphanage. What do you say, Spikes? Truce?

TALON: Whatever. Forget these squares. Serves them right, Spikes. Let them deal.

SPIKES: Shut up, Talon. Fine. We’ll help you. For the orphans.

TAD: For the orphans.

THE ENTIRE SOUTH SIDE: Hey, let us know if you’re interested in putting this kind of time and effort towards a real problem or two, okay?

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This entry was posted on August 3, 2017 by in Chicago, Fiction, Movies, Plays.
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