Status Updates From Zoot Suit and Other Plays
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Paul
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What if I disappear for a while. I go away for six months
back to Yucatan, to the sacred pyramids of the Mayan
jungle. I go through my own psychic death and rebirth
in Mexico. I plummet to the schizophrenic depths of my
own cosmic root and emerge from the dark side of my own
soul cleansed and enlightened. Would that be amusing?
— Jun 30, 2024 03:39PM
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back to Yucatan, to the sacred pyramids of the Mayan
jungle. I go through my own psychic death and rebirth
in Mexico. I plummet to the schizophrenic depths of my
own cosmic root and emerge from the dark side of my own
soul cleansed and enlightened. Would that be amusing?
Paul
is on page 209 of 214
You still don't get it, do you? What it's like being a Chicano at Harvard? The sense of isolation and guilt.
— Jun 30, 2024 03:28PM
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Paul
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Here's the main event: the indispensable illiterate cholo gang member-heroin-addict-
born-to-lose-image, which I suppose could account for 99% of my future employment in TV land. Just look hostile, dumb, and potentially violent...I'm having a spiritual hernia. A cathartic outburst below the belt. I'm a scholastic disgrace. Thanks to you.
you.
— Jun 26, 2024 07:11PM
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born-to-lose-image, which I suppose could account for 99% of my future employment in TV land. Just look hostile, dumb, and potentially violent...I'm having a spiritual hernia. A cathartic outburst below the belt. I'm a scholastic disgrace. Thanks to you.
you.
Paul
is on page 182 of 214
Come on, Mom, Dad. You know what you are. Let's be honest. You're nothing but glorified Hollywood extras. Bit players who have managed to eke out a comfortable existence for yourselves—for me and Lucy. But, let's face it, in the larger scheme of Hollywood, you're only marginal. Atmosphere at best. Invisible, for all intents and purposes.
— Jun 24, 2024 06:11PM
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Paul
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TIBURCIO: The evil that men do lives after them, Sheriff. The good is oft interred with their bones.
— Jun 13, 2024 05:44PM
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Paul
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Me chingaron, ese. I went to the pinche show with Bertha, all chingon in your tachuche, ese. I was wearing your zoot suit, and they got me. Twenty sailors, Marines. We were up in the balcony. They came down from behind. They grabbed me by the neck and dragged me down the stairs, kicking and punching and pulling my grena. They dragged me out into the streets and all the people watched while they stripped me.
— Jun 12, 2024 10:18AM
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