Saturday night Reese’s high school put on its annual Shakespeare competition and Elizabethan fest. Reese competed, the first to perform. He entered the stage, kissed the bust of the Bard, introduced himself, then laid down on the floor and performed Sonnet 44 and one of Edmond’s monologues from King Lear. His performance was of such searing intensity and confidence. At one point he ripped off his shirt and strutted across the stage like a runway model. A tear came to my eye. Reese is no longer Little Reesey but an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.
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