I'm a sixty-three, burdened by what Dr. Randall calls, "Unresolved anger surrounding my wife's premature and unexpected death." He's an ass. I'm not angry at Wendy. I mean, everyone has to die; I guess the thing that pisses me off is that she left me alone with our irresponsible, pansy-ass son. She left me in this house that's falling to pieces, and…
Method Acting for Writers
