I've been working on a new solo show for awhile now entitled "The College Years."
(Yes, it's a throwback to Saved by the Bell's short-lived spin-off.)
The show was meant to be about my experience in college, and it included some...
Okay, I'll just come out and say it.
It included some trash-talking.
FRIEND: Well, that's not very nice, is it?
ME: You're just worried that you're in it, aren't you?
FRIEND: I've already texted my lawyers.
When I started this project, I went back and removed all the gossip-y stuff, but I found that although most of the stories end up making me look pretty bad, some other people don't exactly escape unscathed.
FRIEND: Then you can't do the show.
ME: But these are my experiences. And I'm being honest! I can't help it if my foolishness coincided with other people's foolishness.
FRIEND: That doesn't mean you have to turn it into a f**ked-up puppet show.
ME: Okay, first of all, how did you know about the puppets? Second of all, if I cut out everything that includes other people, I won't have a show, I'll just have a bunch of stories about me sitting in my room staring at a wall!
FRIEND: Now THAT sounds like your life story.
So what's the responsibility of a nice person when it comes to relaying events that happened in their life that might not make other people look all that great?
Is it enough to just tell the truth and say--
"Well, what happened happened?
Or, at the end of the day, is it still just dressed up gossip?
FRIEND: By the way, I want a producer credit on this.
Hmm, the show might not go on...
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