PTSD & Me
60 - 90 minutes
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Erika: Someone, tell me: When is the adrenaline going to wear off?
Because not one, not two, not even ten years later if you ask him, “Where are we with this stupid ass war?”
He’d probably simply say, “Right where we need to be.”
While he’s out hunting deer with old Dick Cheney.
For him it has; for us it has not, someone tell me when is
the adrenaline going to wear off.
Not one, not two, but three deployments later, and I can’t sleep at night;
So I count the sand grains that have blown through the door;
Thinking to myself, when am I going to go home?
Is it going to be when the adrenaline wears off?
It never wears off.
Back at home
Two people. One divorce.
She doesn’t understand that I have PTSD, so she left me.
Now I am all alone.
Someone tell me when is the adrenaline going to wear off?
Someone tell me when is the adrenaline going to wear off?
Maybe it should right now.
CLICK: The war, it’s a piece of me now.
No matter how hard I try to throw it away
CLICK: I can’t put it down.
CLICK: Man the adrenaline sure is pumping now.
I can’t let go of that man who was staring me in the eye, when I was letting him die.
REVOLVER SHOT. Boom. Lights fade over 5 beats as a slide displaying gray cross is projected on the stage.
Ascension to the clouds.
Finally, the adrenaline rush has calmed down.
A one-woman play script consisting of a collection of poetic monologues, that is irresistibly lined with head-bopping rhythms and palpable poetry, is Spoken Word Poetry at its best. Lays bare the horror and humor of war.
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Erika: Someone, tell me: When is the adrenaline going to wear off?
Because not one, not two, not even ten years later if you ask him, “Where are we with this stupid ass war?”
He’d probably simply say, “Right where we need to be.”
While he’s out hunting deer with old Dick Cheney.
For him it has; for us it has not, someone tell me when is
the adrenaline going to wear off.
Not one, not two, but three deployments later, and I can’t sleep at night;
So I count the sand grains that have blown through the door;
Thinking to myself, when am I going to go home?
Is it going to be when the adrenaline wears off?
It never wears off.
Back at home
Two people. One divorce.
She doesn’t understand that I have PTSD, so she left me.
Now I am all alone.
Someone tell me when is the adrenaline going to wear off?
Someone tell me when is the adrenaline going to wear off?
Maybe it should right now.
CLICK: The war, it’s a piece of me now.
No matter how hard I try to throw it away
CLICK: I can’t put it down.
CLICK: Man the adrenaline sure is pumping now.
I can’t let go of that man who was staring me in the eye, when I was letting him die.
REVOLVER SHOT. Boom. Lights fade over 5 beats as a slide displaying gray cross is projected on the stage.
Ascension to the clouds.
Finally, the adrenaline rush has calmed down.