Martin Leicht
Martin Leicht currently lives in New York City, a fantastic city to be sure, although his heart will always be in Philadelphia, where they properly refer to it as “water ice”. A master’s graduate from the Goldberg Department of Dramatic Writing at NYU, Martin decided at the ripe old age of three that he wanted to spend the rest of his life spinning stories, much to the chagrin of his late grandfather, who always wanted him to go to Penn State and major in math so that the could be either an accountant or a bookie, two career paths he felt were eminently more stable than writing. Fortunately, Martin has never had the patience for higher math, so he has stuck to telling tall tales and hoping that people will listen to them. He hopes that, in some way, his grandfather’s spirit can find comfort in the fact that at least a few people do.
“It's all right, dearheart," Dad assures me. "Folder three, scenario four: going into labor during a high-speed chase with extra-terrestrials.”
“I am having this baby. And I will share the world with him.”
“I fumble for the return tab and quickly type as I continue my way down the catwalk.Ned help!Thank you, SmartText, for knowing how pressing my need for Ned is at this very moment.”
“If you pull some lame-ass 'I'm your father' bullshit, right now, I'm going to lose it.”
“Stop kicking me! I do not want to pee right now!”
“Really, for all the poetry in the world on the subject, when you get right down to it, it's mostly just boom! penis vagina.”