Memory #181

I participated in a student directed one act play. A fellow student and I took the parts of two hobbling, cave dwelling freaks. The insane director decided to spend 95% of rehearsals running elaborate, slightly disturbing improvisational scenes. One night, he drove us out into the woods. He blasted Enya from his car while the other cave freak and I flailed around praying to the moon god. We were made to run in fear from him while he waved sticks and yelled at us. I feel somewhat disgusted at myself for having gone through with such demented antics.