Dear mother,

Dear Mother,

all is well here and I don't think I'll have to prolong my stay much longer. The nice policeman told me that all charges are dropped and that I am free to leave the country. That only left me with the task to prove that I am a really good improviser. So far I haven't really convinced them, but I think I nailed it this time.

In my session yesterday I told them that the secret of good improv is a cat. A cat loves everything she's doing at a particular moment. It doesn't care whether a Harold fails or not, it just is glad it was a Harold.

A cat can really be engrossed in details. Like, when it yawns, it can really yawn. It's whole body yawns, from spine to paws and it can be so good at yawning that a whole group of people can get distracted. Detailed yawning, that's where it's at.

A cat always reacts to the moment. When she sees a fly she goes after it without plotting, planning or worrying. The fly is an offer that she gladly accepts and she just reacts to the fly, not to anything that happened before.

A cat never asks "How did it go"? Though it is a very nice opening for a scene, a cat knows that the chances are hight that it falls in the question trap and leaves the imagining to someone else.

Then they asked me to improvise something on the spot. I told them that that might lead to Crazy Town, but they didn't care.

They started laughing when I told them I liked ordering sex-toys for the neighbours. They gasped when I told them what I had in store for Woody Allen. They cringed when I just called "scene". "Never do that again!", they shouted at me, "use a sweep edit or any old edit, but not that one!"

I got the impression that they started to fall for the lie that I am an improviser, mom, so I continued.

I pretended to be a smart lawyer. Also I boldly stated that I could see with my nose. "Oh yeah?", they sneered, "What's happening outside this building, can you smell that you wise nose?" I told them what was going on in front of the entrance and they were mesmerized.

And finally I told these police men that I knew them all very, very well.

That got to them, I think, mom.

That really got to them.

As soon as I am sure they really believe me my master plan is complete, mom.

And then... I can take over the world!


Muhahahahahaaaa

Your loving son.



PS. If you want to have something on your hands until I return, I suggest three things:

Write an intro that can be used for our show. Mail it to Rod and bring it to class on paper.

Write a poem in Guilty Pleasure style and post it on the blog. Rhyming not obligatory.

Write a character profile if you haven't done so already.

Love.