yesterday, i booked a job on an upcoming court show. fueled by the euphoric fumes of a successful audition i cartwheeled my way into acting class; only to hiroshima the shit out of my drunk driving monologue. what was supposed to be a moving, heartfelt plea against...
i see you. despite your preference for armor. we don’t shake hands or exchange glances. you sit. i shift bench, to planter, back next to you on bench. waiting, we both listen to the boasting and blustering of fellow roosters. you’re discouraged too. i wish...
i’m hiccup happy to share my latest news. a few weeks back i made the decision to die a slow, painful, humiliating death return to acting. it’s truly the most fulfilled, sickly stimulated i’ve ever been (career-wise, friends & family). even just...
