Faceless People From Indiana
Think of the power you’d have if you were instantly forgotten. You could go in for as many free sample gelato flavors as you wanted. All sorts of crimes would be possible. You could be caught on security footage and it would be of no help in capturing you. No witness could describe you. You couldn’t be picked out of a police lineup. You could play any number of different characters in a drama and, as long they never had to share the stage together, no one would be the wiser.
“It was Vice President Quayle, he was by the pond, crying, and… he showed me… oh, I cannot tell you what he showed me!”
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Jeff Dorchen
Jeff is a visual artist, songwriter/musician, actor, essayist, fiction writer, poet, playwright and screenwriter. He's been a playwright, songwriter, and performer with Chicago's Theater Oobleck since 1988, a writer and actor with Red Baron Films since 2000, and a contributor to This Is Hell! since 1996. He currently lives in Los Angeles. He writes the Substack, Right Twice A Day.
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