I never know why I write a certain play – I just know it becomes time to write one. When that happens, when something inside me starts murmuring “c’mon, c’mon,” I open a file folder on my laptop and label it “New Play” or “Do This” or “Notes” or sometimes a title announces itself to me and that’s why I know it’s time to get to work. This time I labeled the folder “The Drunken City.”

I was reading The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Hinduism – according to it, the Hindus believe the whole world is alive and breathing, even the stones and the air, and I could understand that – because when I walk through New York City...

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