Two years ago, Theo Sedjwick's good friend, Mikey, someone he had known for thirty years, murdered his wife. He bludgeoned her to death with a wine bottle in their shared apartment in Houston. Then he disappeared, or so claimed the headlines; the inescapable, unavoidable headlines. The ones he and his friends - Cam, Charl, and Marquette - tried to comprehend from afar. They couldn't. So they met up, months later, at a bar in Sunnyside, New York - blocks from where they - and Mikey - all grew up. And they told their stories, together, hoping that the collective recollections painted layers over a framework of confusion and disbelief and allowed them to all draw their own conclusions as to what happened to their friend, Mikey.

What Happened to Our Friend Mikey? is a three-act play that fills the pages with hazy around the edges, imperfect by nature, ethereal memories of life-long friends. In listening to their story, we reflect on our own: are we just who we pretend to be, as Vonnegut famously asked? And how well do we really know one another, anyway?