This was a play I wrote in Creative Writing class in Highschool. A lot of time has passed since them, but then do things really change? I wrote it with a classmate Patricia MacDonald. You sometimes wonder where memories go, and what everyone is doing now, but then who really cares, Right? The play is about a man who has a conversation with God, after a Nuclear Holocaust. It takes place in this magical place of Pittsburgh. IT was written for a cat, but I made it into a sock puppet like lambchop. It is written in a Horror film I am working on about a group of Mental Patients in New York.