Monologue:
JASMINE
There ain’t no predestination! What kind of crazy god would do that? Make people live like shit and then send them to hell too? You don’t tell me your lies about how God wants me to be a streetwalker and you, a miserable piece of shit like you, God wants you to have everything. That ain’t how it works. Everything might be the will of God, but that’s no excuse for you. You’re just a rich crazy motherfucker.
Speaking of which, I got an inquiry today from a playwright who wants to sit in on NYCPlaywrights meetings. He's worked with both Edward Einhorn AND Manhattan Theatre Source's Spontaneous Combustion. So naturally I have soooo many questions to ask him.