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Lou Johnson
Boston
Playwright
Interests: Writing plays, writing novels, doin' nothin'!
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By Lou Johnson Well, boys and girls it's been a fun, "crazytown" summer!! But all good things must come to a smashing end! As they say, "All things must pass....." Anyway, enjoy your Fall, and Winter. Who knows, perhaps, next summer our paths will cross again. If you can't wait that long, come to Brooklyn Saturday night and check out my police brutality play, " A Bullet for Jenny King"! Meet me, have a drink.. Or six, if you like. ***BREAKING NEWS*** In parting, I leave you with this: Jesus© (pronounced “heySeuss”) Now is not the time For ego or... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2015 at Crazytown
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A Hemp-Joint Production By Lou Johnson CATHERINE: You damn right I do! If you ask me, the best thing that ever happened to your people was us taking you out of Africa! Or would you rather be over there eating rhinoceros meat? (PIERRE laughs, heartily) PIERRE: You’ve got to be kidding…. You’re kidding, right? CATHERINE: Absolutely not! (PIERRE shakes his head, disgustedly) PIERRE: Lady, you’re bloody bonkers. CATHERINE: I’m bonkers for trying to help you-you worthless piece of--- (PIERRE throws up his hands) PIERRE: ---[Loud]That’s it! I’m done! You find your own freakin' way back to port! (PIERRE attempts to... Continue reading
Posted Aug 18, 2015 at Crazytown
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A Hemp-Joint Production By Lou Johnson ACT I: SCENE I: CATHERINE VANDERBURKE and her husband MAURICE, dressed in hiking gear, enter stage right; they are led by, PIERRE, their Jamaican tour guide. PIERRE stops. MRS. VANDERBURKE slams into PIERRE nearly knocking him down. PIERRE turns to MRS. VANDERBURKE. PIERRE: Be careful, will ya’, lady? You gonna knock me offa de cleef. (PIERRE looks at his wristwatch) CATHERINE: Why are we stoppin’? (PIERRE takes a compass from his pocket. He stares at it) CATHERINE(CONT’D): We’re lost, aren’t we?... I knew it! I just knew it! (CATHERINE throws up her hands. She... Continue reading
Posted Aug 11, 2015 at Crazytown
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By Lou Johnson “Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into?” I thought as we taxied down the runway. Panicked, I watched as we skidded to a stop next to what appeared to be a small tin shed. I had been told that the airport was small, but I didn’t expect anything like this. Honestly, I doubt if the place could hold three people, comfortably, without it being a fire hazard. I had to get out of there. Immediately! But I couldn’t-I had no place to go. And even if I did, I had no way to get there; the... Continue reading
Posted Aug 4, 2015 at Crazytown
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By Lou Johnson Wow, I can’t believe it! After three straight days, the clouds have lifted. The rain is gone, and calm has set in. The sun’s shining like it hasn’t shone for days and the lilacs are starting to bloom. What a wonderful day it is! With the way the weather has been for the last week, or so, you’d think that there’d be people out milling about, enjoying the sunshine, but they’re not. It looks like a ghost town out here. It’s really spooky. And quiet. And not just a regular quiet, but a strange quiet. Quiet with... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2015 at Crazytown
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By Lou Johnson With the racial situation being what it is in America today-take down that damn flag!-it's HARD to be Black, and unemployed, in this country. Who will help us? Can't you hear our pleas?.... Is anybody even listening?..... “The Unemployed”© Each day I leave home In search of employment Each night I return I’m still out of work I wait by the phone For someone to call me The wait is for naught The position has been filled They give all the good jobs To poor trashy white men Who call in sick Three days out of five... Continue reading
Posted Jul 21, 2015 at Crazytown
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The Bus to Desperation Point By Lou Johnson At some time in our lives, we have all had to take public transportation. It's just a fact of life. Sometimes riding in a converted tin can with a pack of total strangers is good, sometimes it's bad.... And sometimes, it's VERY, VERY bad! As a rule, I try to avoid all buses, trains, subways, pedi-cars, or anything else that entails being crammed into a tiny spot with a group of obnoxious-and, oftentimes, smelly!-commuters. But, sometimes, we have to do, what we have to do!.... And, more often than not, this is... Continue reading
Posted Jul 14, 2015 at Crazytown
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A Political Play, Part 2 By Lou Johnson ACT I: SCENE I: We’re in the master bathroom of the Hotel Washingtonian’s luxurious Presidential Suite. THE PRESIDENT-ELECT, dressed in tux and tails, sits on the commode, his head in his hands. THE PRESIDENT-ELECT [Shaking his head]It’s not bad enough that I lied to the American people, but I lied to my kids. THE NEW FIRST LADY You lied to the kids?… About what? THE PRESIDENT-ELECT That damn cat! (THE NEW FIRST LADY stares at the door) THE NEW FIRST LADY You lied to the kids about Mr. Nixon? When? THE PRESIDENT-ELECT... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2015 at Crazytown
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A Political Play, Part 1 By Louis Johnson ACT I: SCENE I: We’re in the master bathroom of the Hotel Washingtonian’s luxurious Presidential Suite. THE PRESIDENT-ELECT, dressed in tux and tails, sits on the commode, his head in his hands. He rises. He staggers forward before clutching the sides of the room’s Louis XIV vanity in an attempt to brace himself; he stares into the gold-etched mirror that hangs above the sink. Dejected, he lowers his head. He raises his head. He stares into the mirror. He places both hands over his face and rubs it, briskly. He smacks himself,... Continue reading
Posted Jun 29, 2015 at Crazytown
From "The Schizophrenic's Guide to Love" By Louis Johnson It’s a horrible feeling to wake up not knowing where you are, or how you got there. I know-it happened to me. I didn’t know where I was, or how long I’d been there. I knew I’d been asleep, but for how long, I didn’t know. I was sweating profusely, my sense of space and time completely gone. ‘What the Hell’s going on?’ I thought. To my left, there were banks of machines, their small black screens filled with jagged green lines. To my right, there were more machines with blinking,... Continue reading
Posted Jun 22, 2015 at Crazytown
From "The Schizophrenic's Guide to Love" By Lou Johnson John Paul Johnson was the baddest basketball player to ever set foot in Henderson County, Georgia. As a matter of fact, he was the baddest basketball player to ever come out of the entire state of Georgia. At the age of seventeen, he stood 6 feet 9 inches tall, could run the forty in four point three seconds, and could dunk a basketball standing flat-footed! This kid was something! If you were a basketball coach in America in the nineties, and you didn’t know about John Paul Johnson, it was time... Continue reading
Posted Jun 16, 2015 at Crazytown
From "The Schizophrenic's Guide to Love," A Collection of Short Stories By L. Johnson They say that you have to have money to have class, but in Jerome Templeton Brown’s case, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Having been born to parents who were broke as plow mules meant that Jerome was broke as a plow mule, too. But that didn’t matter. Jerome Templeton Collins Brown had class. Don’t ask me how he got it-I just know he had it. All his life he had it. Even in grade school. “My name isn’t Jerry, it is Jerome!” he used... Continue reading
Posted Jun 7, 2015 at Crazytown
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