Fuzzy Bus

I always secretly wanted to be Biff.  Maybe it’s not all that secret.  When I was in high school, I was on the wrestling team every year, and I did not want to take drama, but I had to.  There was something about it being the only elective left, and there was one other except for drama and that was homemaking class.  So it was just drama that was open, and that’s what I decided to take but I didn’t want to.  But then I started to be in the class and it was interesting, and then I started doing a scene about the guy in sales, the guy who dies.  

That was a very different play and I liked it a lot because I got to play Biff, and everyone told me I nailed it.  I didn’t know you could nail it in a drama class, but I did, and that was good.  I don’t know what I did, but there was a moment when I was deciding to think about how I was mad at someone who took some cash from my wallet and I decided to think about that, and then I don’t remember the rest.  That was a few years ago, and now I’m sometimes going to check into these New York business hotels because that sounds like something Biff would do, and I wait to have meetings with a boss the next day.

But you know what?  Just like in the play, there’s no meeting.  I’m not there to meet anyone.  It’s sad.  I’m there not to meet anyone but just so I can say I did, because I don’t know why I do it.  There’s something about this Biff Loman that makes me feel like I’m reminded of someone who is me.  And I think if I were like the guy who wrote the play so he could marry Marilyn Monroe, that would be all right, too, but it would have to a be a younger one, because she’s got to be like way old by now.