A man with sagging jeans and a large hole in his underwear shambles in through the door. He has ragged gray hair and is talking to himself. His voice is not the weak and wandering voice of the mentally handicapped, but the strong and prevalent voice of the professional stage actor. I think of him […]

I took my last final today. Thus my career as a student is brought to a close. In less than two short weeks, I will start reading the next chapter: Working Stiff. [ | | | | ]