In his new play, the last scene of the first act takes place in a hospital room. The main character is recovering from surgery. His appendix had to be removed.
This past Monday morning, as Philip crawled into his hospital bed after having spent 8 hours in the emergency room to be told that his gallbladder had to be removed, Philip looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and said wistfully...
"Oh Stephen, I am my own play."
Philip's surgery is tomorrow. This isn't a dangerous operation, but as my father says, "Minor surgery is when they're operating on someone else," so keep Philip in your thoughts tomorrow.
And if that's not your thing, just go with it. Remember that what Philip writes soon becomes reality. He could cut a bitch and never leave his Mac!