high hops

I want to write an alternative version of Romeo and Juliet where instead of being a little ponce and trying to work things out for himself, Romeo asks his smarter friends what to do about the whole thing and Benvolio and Mercutio come up with the world’s greatest plan:

Marriage of convenience between Juliet and Mercutio.

Think about it.

Juliet’s parents want her to marry into the Prince’s family. Mercutio is a good compromise between no marriage and Paris.

Mercutio probably won’t get his inheritance if he keeps being HELLA FUCKING GAY ALL OVER THE PLACE so a beard is only a benefit to him.

They would probably get along great rolling their eyes at how adorably stupid Romeo is.

Romeo and Benvolio could get a “bachelor pad” right next to Juliet and Mercutio’s house. Every night, Romeo and Mercutio high five as they hop the fence to go bang their one true love.

The second half of the play is just all of them trying to keep up the charade and being “THIS CLOSE” to getting caught all the time. But everything ends nicely because true love conquers all.

Everybody wins. Nobody dies.

Tupac Shakur wrote a comment to his friend, Jada Pinkett, in the 1989 Baltimore School for the Arts yearbook. After their Junior year, Tupac reluctantly moved to California with his family in the summer of 1988.

I don’t wanna like, dwell on this too much because it really bums me out but like
I kinda hate the idea that once something hits a certain level of popularity it’s suddenly gotta turn into this like, horrible and obnoxious thing that you’ve gotta be ashamed to like? Like, the idea that an interest can turn into something “cringy” just on the basis of like. A lotta people enjoying it. And a lotta buzz about it. That kinda sucks imo