imagine: the rumbling of the patrons gets lower and lower as the critics' wails get louder and louder, *tick tick tick*, the outer lights dim, then the inner, a bright white spot centers the stage for us all, lasers in our focus, and the dusty ol' curtains rise forcefully. after a brief introductory dedication to The Professor from Gilligan's Island, we open on a golf pro shop, an ordinary conversation guides us into my strange new world...
...WHEN SUDDENLY! CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK.
this is my best work, this will rival Beckett's Waiting for Godot when all is said and done ages from now.