Donald Didn’t Do It
Dreamfast. It’s the ’80s in Chicago, and Donald can’t sleep. He takes on a job driving a cab, so as to make some sense out of the insomnia. He runs into whole rugby teams, Water the whore, and lovers in a spat, crisscrossing the night. He groans, he moans, he alliterates. “The deed that was done was not Donald’s. Donald didnât do it.”
Fat Man in the Cafeteria
Dreamfast. Itâs the ’80s in Chicago, and She loves Chill. Chill loves Paul, and She tells it all to the fat man in the cafeteria over cigarettes and banana cream pie. Heartbreak? Voyeurism? Threnody for a time gone by, where the best meals were found in cafeterias, and truth was a fat man’s province.
A Week Later, 1989
Dreamfast. Turnaround is on the phone. It’s the night after a first date with the loud, aggressive, spit-spewing Dmitri. A date where they walked around the outside of the aquarium, watching the whales frolic in the dark water. Sex in a tree? Maybe. But Turnaround will be home for Thanksgiving, she assures her mother on the phone.