Comedy

  • Fringe Festival

Dad Genes

Losing a father while becoming kinda, sort of a man.

Eddie sits upright on the floor partially consumed by a big pile of blue denim jeans, with their legs, arms and head emerging out. Scattered amongst the jeans are seven empty vials of Testosterone and one small silver keepsake urn. Eddie is white, they have a cropped bleached blonde mullet, big wire frame glasses, and multiple piercings in their nose. They have a confused, overwhelmed and slightly amused expression on their face.
Past Event

Image Credit: Alex Winner

  • Written and Performed by: Eddie Pattison

  • Dramaturg: George Lazaris

Eddie’s life has been a bit heavy handed on the plot recently; whoever is in their cosmic writers room needs to tone it WAY down. Wasn’t starting testosterone enough?

Looking down the barrel of impending masculinity, a hairline threatening to recede any day now, and a deadname shared with an (alleged) murderer, life was exciting enough. Did we really need to throw in the official membership to the Dead Dads Club?

Between grief, growing ass hair, and an ever increasing prescription for amphetamines, Eddie is begging for a filler episode.

But that isn’t looking likely anytime soon.