Ma says I should never toot my own horn so I’m going to toot my imaginary horn and wear my horns to McDonald’s and celebrate with a Happy Meal because, you know, Happy Meals are dead cows between two buns. My point, my imaginary persona, Neil de la Flor, who I created in my imaginary world and is way way less cool than Lady Gaga, who is really really cool, just published (de la Flor not la Gaga) a new (de)Classified play (or long poem) (or short long story poem) at Fringe Magazine. It’s not about puppies. It’s about what you lose when when you look too hard for answers. In other words, it’s about puppies.