It's my chance to finally do work that means something.
To means something to who?
You had a career, DAD,
before the third comic book movie,
Before people start to forget who was inside the bird costume.
You're doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago,
For a thousand rich, old white people
whose only real concern is gonna be Where they go to have their cake and coffee when it's over.
Nobody gives a shit but you.
And let's face it, Dad,
You are not doing for the sake of art.
You are doing it because you want to feel relevant again
Well, guess what?
There's an entire world who people fight to be relevant every single day!
And you act like you doesn't exist!
Things are happening in a place that you ignore,
A place that by the way has already forgotten about you
i mean who th f**ck are you
You hate bloggers.
You mock twitter.
You never have Facebook page.
Its you, who doesn't exist !
You're doing this because you're scared to death, Like the rest of us,
That you don't matter.
And you know what?
You're right.
You don't.
It's not important OK
You're not important. Get used to it.