 Good evening, hello! I thank you all very much for coming. Please take this time to shut up anything that beeps, vibrate your squeaks. When you leave the theater tonight, please remember that Intel relies on word of mouth to attack with someone in the street and tell them the great time you had. And I also want to take a moment to thank all of our writers and directors and especially our actors who spent the day with us. Yes, we're hooting. What we saw here for the last time we were here was this great big storm that was amassing in the Atlantic Ocean. And we said, hands look us out. So, this is Lou Moreno, by the way. Director of the One Minute Plain Festival. We are an organization that partners with playwrights or community-specific theaters all over the country. And we go in and make these big massive festival, tiny moments with different writers and different cities, examining what's in the collective consciousness here and now. As Lou sort of indicated, we were cut in half by the storm and we had this big festival stage with all of the four chairs in Fast and Furious. And we decided that it was really important for us to get an archive of this event. So, as you can see the camera's running. Say hello to thehowrown.com and new play TV viewers. We'll be seeing this tomorrow. I just want to say hello to the actors and to say thanks. They were here today. They were all involved in the original production. They all donated their time graciously to come back with us tonight. And this is a celebration of what we have. So, some of the plays tonight will be up with the police stage they were before. Some of them will be readings as we've lost a whole group of actors and we have other stepping in. We'll be reading the plays exactly in the order that we performed them before. But we thought it was important to celebrate and honor each and every writer who committed to us. So, we worked today to try to figure out the best way how to do that. So, what you're seeing today is a result. So, thanks to these guys. Here's what writers and directors mentioned in-car. Who inspire us to create things in the community here and hope to hear from generations. That's it. That's it. And now be into our one minute playfest. Thank you. I'm not taking it back. Never do this. Me neither. Like, never. Me too. Never. I got to catch a flight. They say it's supposed to snow until Sunday. You're playing. You won't take off any time soon. They always say stuff like that. I sand. I sand okay. Like, not what I'd seen. People do this all the time. It's like country. Don't be a shit. I'm not. What is it? Like, you smell, dude. From here. From everywhere. I got balance. I'm not. You can't do that. We're like, together, right? So, what I wanted to ask you was, Will you marry me? She said yes. That's Christian and Western. Monogamy is like slavery. By and so do everyone. It has to be a three-way, though. You have to participate. I have to participate? Yeah, otherwise it's not home for me. I don't know if I'm into that. You know what? Go sit over there and don't touch me or kiss me for the next three hours. I am feeling rejected 90 days. I'm sorry. I was super harsh when you just said that. Why don't I make it up to you? Okay, my ex is visiting this weekend. Can you feel bad if he slept anywhere except in the same bed as me? Could we not talk about this right now? I have a love on my mind. I found out I have herpes. Look, I still love you. You look great. Let's let it clear up and we'll talk, okay? Why are you being so critical about this? You have some serious issues. Hey, no judging or anything, but I want to break up. Why can't you just accept me for who I am? I am so sorry. I just said don't touch me. Your foot hanging over the bed. Dude, it's one last time, but if you don't get it, I'm afraid you're not going to make it here. Are you threatening me? Repeat after me or have to. When you keep her in this private restroom, it is imperative that you fold the mirror into a meet and tell Errol so that you know who's where they're going. Answering the phone, this and this is around here, so... I see things from your point of view, but it's impossible for me to get my head that far up. Who the fuck are you? I'm Jimmy Hurley. The big one you hit three in the morning. Turn off the lights. Didn't you see that? I told you I won't watch that shit. Are you threatening me? Answer the question. What are they going to do? We don't know. Please. Jesus Christ. All right. I've got a few more boxes of supplies downstairs. What? You can stay blowtorched. The song is Hated Fire. You referred me as Irving the Spatio. Irving the Spatio really sums up my new attitude online. You don't. You're just trying to get a reaction out of me. Irving the Spatio doesn't try to get a reaction out of anybody. If you can't respect Irving the Spatio, well, maybe we've got problems. I can't respect Irving the Spatio. Well, that's a problem. I don't see how those things go together. Irving and the Spatio. They don't, that's the point. You're weird. Perhaps anything. Very, very, very weird. Spatio. She wasn't just another stereotyped young Latino with anger and violence issues. She wasn't even pregnant or pre-pregnant once she was in September. And it's hard to believe or she even read books. Hey, it's a movie. Anything's possible. And she didn't like hip-hop. And she was in love with Justin Bieber, but then one day. Yeah. Like your nail polish, bitch. Why don't you leave me alone? Bitch, because I don't like your nail polish. Get out of my way. No! The bitch, but sometimes life forces you to be what it wants you to be. Who's the bitch? Come into a theater near you. This is just another violent movie with underdeveloped Latin characters written by newly white writers or sell-out Latino writers. This movie has been approved by La Raza, The Jump Lords, every Latino empowerment group past and future, and the Alma Awards. Right? We are the writers. We are going. How many words again? What? Peace. Victory. Talking like we're talking. Have you ever listened? No, no. A lot like this, no. Maybe must have sometimes once, right? What? It had been since they had touched. Since their hands with curiosity. Not in patience. Sex was time. Who's that? It's pretty good. Yes, but how many years since fingers searching, instead of pushing, looking for what giving instead of... Maybe there was still something selfish about it. They were thirsty. Hungry. But so. But so kind of sad and impatient. That's what had been. Are you listening? Are you listening? So, so long it had been. Even so, you could still hear it happening. Not that it wouldn't just this. Maybe for now. It had been so long and many things. Eventually, when I got old, I turned around like this. Como el pancito pequeño. The small piece of bread at the bottom of that basket that I know. Those are going to catch my old age. I know. Say something to you. No, no. Don't worry about me. You got to get going, no? It doesn't matter. I can be late. I don't have nonsense. You're already done with timing. Don't make it worse. Go more than many. Stay for the future. Okay, fine. But I'm coming back as soon as I can. But remember. If you need to rest, don't bother. Aparecía que dormir. Ayuda a una vida. It's okay. I need a muchacha. Get out of here. I like it. They didn't have to be more okay than that. Sit and look at photographs. This is my grandmother. She taught me how to bake bread and make tamales. This is my father's father. I only saw him cry once during the depression. They had to kill all their cows to feed everyone. He saw all those dead cows and just cried and cried. This is my great-grandfather's house. On Sunday, everyone would come over and eat pasta, eat those and coffee. This is my sister, Carmen. She was braver than me. She used to ride horses. She is Alzheimer's now. This is my cousin, Samuel. He killed himself last winter. This is El Campo Salto. They could have switched plans and all the graves are stinking. I'm in the community to fight it. These are my boys. This is my boy, Mario. Did you see outside in the back? The grotto? I know it. That grotto around his tombstone. I built it. Here's the house where I grew up. I grew up in a pink, noisy house. When he was thunder, my father would gather us all around here and we would pray. Life back then was good. Life was... You have to. You came back too soon. You don't get to make that decision. I don't care what you or any of the masters say. I'm not going. I hate it there. It's awful. It's a horribly negative, destructive place. There is no love there. No, no, no. They kill people who love. You don't know how bad it is. I do know. I was on Earth many lifetimes. And why are you making me go back there? Because you weren't finished. I keep going back over and over again and I keep being killed. When is the cycle going to be over? That's up to you. Anger, get the best of you. You have to stay on your path. You can't start again. It hurts too much. The poison, the cruelty, the abandonment, the hatred, please, please. You're about to be born. Come. Your next cycle begins. Molecules. I'm the worst rash on my genitals when I was nine. Mommy yelling at me. I know this is a completely inappropriate eulogy. I don't remember the happy times. Just that day in the tub. Memory is the process of encoding, analyzing, and decoding information. Memory is the heart's key thing. Sometimes I just feel like tearing my skin back. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. Sometimes I just feel like tearing my skin back to expose every muscle, every nerve ending, so I can feel something. You're dead and I feel nothing. Processes. Keep saying. Processes. Touch me. Touch me. I lost me. On the inside. We're never going to be able to start a true relationship if you don't let me see your face. Idiots. Freak. People always think that they're uglier than they really are. It's not a matter of beauty. It's my sins. It's written on my face. Well, how my sister told me you're a poet. Now I see what she says. It's not a metaphor. It's a tradition. I lie to someone, the lie appears on my face. I covet my neighbor's wife. Her name appears on my face. And her phone number? It's perfect. We all have to hide our thoughts. You can use codes to hide your ugly intentions. But I can't. I'm naked. Look, I have not had a man in two years. Not since my engagement with him fell through. And I have not felt any desire for any man. I told my sister. A damn good judge of character describing me. She hasn't seen my face. Well, she told me your soul is beautiful. She's wrong. My soul. Women grab hundreds of words written on her face. She stares. Fascinated. Reading. Oh, dear God in heaven. Your flaws are beautiful. Just when I got my MySpace page looking good, everyone goes to Facebook. I have 189 friends on MySpace. 876 friends on Facebook. I kind of miss those 341 people who just follow me. Today I started a Twitter account. Only four followers so far, but there's still hope. I don't know what I'd do without Facebook. I mean, how else would I know which one of my best girlfriends got back? Oh, which part of my exes went wrong? So I'm at this growing crisis once. Misconnection. Even though I wasn't the hot African-American guy at the Equinox gym on a Tuesday night at 9 p.m. Running on the second treadmill to the left. Contacting. We dated for almost two years. And she left me for a personal trainer. And yeah, he was a hot black guy. I'm not looking for the love of my life anymore. I'm just looking for help. I just want someone to cuddle with me while I watch shitty reality TV. Hello? Hello. Yeah, I'm on TV. I'll call you. I just want some juices. Oh, yeah? Me too. But I see juices all the time. Man, just this morning I thought I saw him in your toast. Seriously, he was staring at me. He turned his me on. Ever since elementary school, I used to kiss my girlfriends and pretend they were Jesus. You pretend I'm Jesus? Oh, silly. I was young and I grew out of it. Are you sure it was empty? The church? Sure. You hate that priest. He burned his house. I meant for a good house, God's house. Realistically, that dude don't weigh too much fucking real estate in this town, okay? And according to that priest, God hates us too. Maybe we're leaving. Window sharing, wood creaking. No, someone crying, wintering. A church that weighed too many ghosts in it. Maybe not the rest. Do you believe in ghosts? Just in Jesus. All my toes. I thought it was a sign. Like you? Signed. Whoop! No, delete, delete, delete. I think I like you too. Can you do it? Yeah. I think so. Can you go to sleep? Yeah, that's wrong. Are you sure this terrible, horrible evil daddy is normal? We set limits. We keep those limits. How is he supposed to learn? What's he supposed to learn about limits with you playing that stupid game for hours on end and then telling him he can't watch another episode of TV is inferred because he used up his screen time? It's not a stupid game. Steroid Olympics is not a stupid game. I just broke the shopping record. 150 meters. It's a stupid game. What's more, it's hypocritical. The world's filled with hypocrites. Better learn sooner or later. It's fine. The world's never... It's never too early to learn about that kind of stuff. Better learn sooner or later. You're awful. You know that, give me that. Give me that. Is that his father? All of our hard work. Hundreds of people everywhere. Rejoicing because of this very moment. We'll be given great honor. Great frame. The economy will rise again. No more little children in daycare waiting to be picked up at the end of the day. No more missed appointments. No more cold dinners. With this discovery of the missing gene. With this historical contribution to humanity. Latino people time will be vanquished. It will be... When someone says la fiesta starts at night. La fiesta starts at night. That's two minutes to celebrate me. Have we spent a round? Do it all again? I wish I could say I'm sorry. Say something. I'm numb. I've never seen the ocean before. Chicago has a lake that people call a beach. But this... Is for something else. It's beautiful. And a moment. One final moment of magic. Without standing at the end of the world. At the edge. At the precipice of life. It will somehow be different. Nothing will change. Why should that? Because... Why? Because they should... They should change. They should evolve. Give away to something different. They should change. And I'm like, no. Do I? No, baby. You're like... Smoka. No. Very apt. Caramel. This is one of the biggest mistakes we've ever made. The bilingual program. Why? Well, it wasn't used. Because you never learn the language. If you learn the language. I'm sorry. I'm Miss Universe from France. And you're playing a nursing video. It's a class to speak languages in Europe. It's only in this country. This country. No. The first thing you want to do when you get here is to eradicate older Spanish. And then with what? We have to import Spanish teachers from Spain. Oh, I don't believe in this bilingual program. Well, if you came from Puerto Rico, did you know how to multiply? Of course. So did I have to wait for you to learn how to multiply in English? Why did you make a few facts with your math development until you learned enough English? What do you call a guy that speaks more than three languages? Multilingual, right? Two languages? Bilingual. Live language? Puerto Ricans can dismantle a car quicker than anybody else in the world. I know. I've been all over the world when I was in the Army. How about the Filipinos were fast, Puerto Ricans got a beat by a mile. I was based in Puerto Rico. I went to buy a pack of cigarettes. How long did that take? What? Two minutes? Three minutes max, right? Combat? No wheels were gone. The hood is up. I look. And the motor? Gone. From up, I've been stranded in the middle of some but-fuck town in a but-fuck country. I've been impressed. You know, PJ, I don't want to ruin the image you have of Puerto Ricans. Because I see that that image is cemented right there in your head. But the only thing I know how to do with the car is fill it with gas and turn it on. Really? Wow! You sure you're Puerto Ricans? I was born in Puerto Rico. I put a foul word off my nut now. I found the guns. Since when do we have guns in this house? You're an architect, for God's sake! We just need a few more weeks. Just need a few more bodies for their fighting flights? It's a critical time! Then we have to leave. Please, that's why we need to leave now. And I need you to believe in me. You're my wife. Don't worry. You're a father of my children. And I need you to believe in us. You can't ask a man to give up on his country. And you can't ask a woman to give up on her family. If we leave now, we lose it all. Do you realize what I'm saying? Our history. Our language. Our light. We will never leave our country again. We will lose everything. And I will surrender everything to this revolution. From the youth media. Who's going to ask me to do this? No, no, I'm not you. Not you. Not you. In the center of the sea falls the shadow of a cold storm. I stop, open my soul, leaving everything to return. Seniza. Do you know this desert? Do you know this sea? The sun that caresses the high and low of the earth with a beautiful smile on its lips. When I see you there, lost in the ocean, looking for me with your eyes, while you dream of a sea that will never come. Arena of your own sea. With what? Arena of your own sea. With tiredness and pain. With alcohol and thirst. With all that? And more. You are very beautiful. The same world has taught me. You are beautiful. Pussy. Diana, the word comes, sure, yes. And your grandfather's choice. He didn't mean it. He didn't? It's an expression. It's also part of my body. Sure. It's part of my body. Okay. So why did he... Look, he's standing right here. It's not polite. What? He doesn't speak English. I don't speak Spanish. Your point is? I know what Konyo means. See? What? Konyo. No, bueno. No? No. I'm just happy to meet you. I'm sorry. The first thing he ever said to me... It's a compliment. I'm sorry. What? You know, it's like he thinks you're... I don't know. Hot. Wait. Your grandfather thinks that... No. Pretty. I mean, pretty. So he said, cunt, because I'm hot. Diana. That's a compliment. It's an expression. About my... No, not yours. He's never seen yours. What? Let's see. Who's then? Nobody's. He's never seen a... Of course he has. My grandmother has one too, you know. I'm sorry. What? I don't know. He's seen vaginas before. Okay, that's just creepy. It's creepy that my grandmother has one. It's creepy that you're talking about it. You want to talk about yours instead? No. That's the point. What? Forget it. That didn't sound like a compliment. It wasn't. Your tears, because God gave you an exact number of tears, isn't wasting your tears right now. You used up all your tears, and then when I die, you're gonna... You're so sad, and you're gonna want to cry. You won't be able to cry, because you wasted your tears. You won't have any tears left. You'll be all dried up, and you won't be able to cry until you're dead covered. Then you feel really bad. You feel terrible, so... Don't waste your tears. Don't waste your tears. Hold dear, and hold... Who watches over us on this great nation of ours? To that standing sovereign republic, a republic which stands over things, and holds those things dear, standing over things. A nation over this nation, this great land, our nation, and our land. I'm consolable. And an indivisible all, which is a nation of one. 141st, 145th, 125th, 100th! Al salute! 445th, 215th... 215th, 215th, 215th... Are you going or what? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? You are pretty. Where are you going? Everybody left me. She left me too soon. This one left me too soon. She left me too soon. I'm a fucking bad student. I'm a fucking bad student. That's who you are. 185 is... 185 is FK. Poetry is not emotion. K, I'm going to JFK. Where are you going? That's where I'm going. JFK. JFK. I'm going to JFK. So now it's time for you to be responsible for the greater good. By the way, Scrumble. We have such small hands. It's like an art form with you. I told the cops. I just got stuck two blocks ago. And the cop says it's because I look suspicious. Then a boy gets older and he wants his independence. I can understand that. The cop is asking me why I have an antique book bag. And I told him it's because I have my hood in there. And he just kept asking why I have an antique book bag. You have to let your son walk out your door. You have to leave him alone. The cop was holding me. He was going through my pockets. And he says that I was smart at you. The whole time I was raising him, I was just trying to beat the odds. And I asked the cop why I thought that I broke. And the cop gets crazy mad. He says the reason is because I'm a fucking mutt. Can I say that? Is that a lot? Being a mutt? You let your son walk out your door. It's like throwing a seed into the wind. You hope the seed lands somewhere safe. Because they're always stalking you for no reason. While the cops were holding me, the sergeant came. And he's like, I'm going to break your fucking arm. So he grabbed me from my book bag. And he started pushing me down. You hope that seed doesn't get crushed. I'm going backwards, like down the hill. And he just kept pushing me. So I'm going backwards and he just kept pushing me. Like, he was trying to hit me. Like, I think he was trying to make me resist. And I'm like, why are you pushing me like that for? I swear to God. And the cop was calling me a piece of shit. He was calling me a mutt. And I'm like, why are you punching me like that for? I swear to fucking God. Those cops were trying to provoke me. Like, the sergeant came and he puts his hand and he's gone. And with the other hand, he was just pushing me. And I'm like, why are you pushing me like that? I was almost going to fall. So the cop is up the hill for me with his hand and he's gone. And he just kept pushing me. Yes, mommy, I'm talking to you. Time to get up and going. God. Where did you put your project from last week? Me no class today. Come on, mommy. You know you gotta go. Mommy don't know that. Mommy want to stay. He didn't come see you the other day, huh? I have a job. Kids today. My son doesn't have the decency to look at me when I talk to him. I tell him, boy, put that phone down for five minutes when you talk to your mother. You're going to get hand cancer. He just looks at me and laughs at what I said and mean nothing. I know I taught him right, but he's too young to realize time gets faster every day. We should have come see you, mommy. So what do you need a pop holder for anyways? It's ridiculous they make us do that. I know, mommy. I'm going to bring us some tea. I'll make you some and we'll have it together. What do you think about that? That dress? You think it's too short? Not at all. Maybe. The line's usually longer. Are you next? It's just me. Are you going to be able to come in? I have to be more... I'll be a second. The lady's been in there a long while. Maybe she's got a lot to confess. Priest's also liked to talk a lot. One of the priests loves baseball. He always keeps me for half an hour going on about the braves. And when I walked out, I heard one of the things I fucked every guy in town. You're going to confess that? What? You said fuck. He says fuck too. I'm not going to that, Priest. You didn't call. I did. And you confessed what you did? What you did? Last time. Me too. What did you say? You said the fucking Yankees.