Life of the Absurd

Last night Plot and Duck saw Eugene Ionesco's The Bald Soprano. It is Theater of the Absurd and that's what it is. The neighborhood is so very depressing. Plot and Duck parked the car and then had to pick their way through cripples and people nodding in doorways and holding out vials of crack and screaming for no apparent reason, and these people were being serviced by large men in hoodies looking in all directions at every step. One block away is the Hilton Towers. Who needs theater when you have Life of the Absurd?