I now remember that other people are the main reason I don’t go out that often. A couple are arguing about the deposit on two cues. I sit at a weird angle, watching the audience as I wait for the performance to begin. Looking around I am aware of each individual in the audience, and how each has a memorised back story, they are also part of the performance. 

 

It starts. A play. A man wakes up on a thin mattress on the floor. It is me/Frankie. 

 

Point of view changes and I am first person again. I am trying to get home, I am exhausted after hitch hiking for several days. Cars nearly collide into me as a…