I saw my life flash before me.

Traffic swerving out of my way.
Septa Bus nearly flattened me on Chestnut street.
Tourists screaming in different languages.
The liberty bell guards even stopped to look up and see what was going on.
Everyone was watching.

Playwrights and Philly Fringe darlings Bruce Walsh, Chris Davis, and Douglas Williams cook eggs, serve beer, and adapt Breakfast at Tiffany's to their own homes and voices: three writers, two living rooms, Capote, alcohol, and breakfast. Holly's Dead Soldiers (A Breakfast Play) is a one-of-a-kind interpretation of Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's set in 2013 Philadelphia.

Production History

FringeArts Festival Philadelphia / 2013
Dramaturgy by Sarah B. Mantell

Phindie's Best of the 2013 Philly Fringe Awards
Best monologue/rant by a playwright/actor - Chris Davis
Funniest confusion about whether there’s a “clock” or a “glock” in the basement
Best Horse Chase

Uwishunu top pick for the 2013 Fringe Festival's Independently Produced Neighborhood fringe performances

A feat of laid-back playwriting. . . . If only a wider audience could experience this. . . . This stuff is priceless.
— Kathryn Osenlund, Phindie
Capote’s Holly Golightly is transformed into an escapee of the lands north of Rhawn, a girl who finally learned to say “you” instead of “yous,” watches the Eagles and the Giants at Brew Pub and found her imprisoned benefactor through a Craigslist ad. The narrator becomes an earnest, bearded young hipster in plaid, complete with suspenders, glasses and skinny black pants. When the script calls for it, the audience itself becomes members of Holly’s party.
— Alaina Mabaso, Newsworks
Adapting any classic is a messy business: there are the diehard fans to appease, but pander to them with too many insider references and those audience members unfamiliar with the source material feel excluded or confused. HOLLY’S DEAD SOLDIERS, based on BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S, avoids these pitfalls while creating something inherently special as it transposes Truman Capote’s love story to present-day Philadelphia. . . . The humor had some audience members close to tears, myself included. . . . This story of unrequited love becomes all the more intimate.
— Paulina Reso, Phindie