I was visiting a friend, a fellow artist in New York City who was living in the apartment of his latest girlfriend. She was a believer in primal scream therapy and would lock herself in the bathroom everyday and cry like a baby. She sounded exactly like a baby. She had written a play about the source of her need to scream. She arranged chairs in one end of her small apartment and we watched her perform in the other end. One of many performances I was to eventually witness in the city.