every so often i feel like i owe you all something, which is scary and comforting. so, here we go.

since we last met, i've been keeping myself busy. preparing myself and colleagues for our upcoming performances (lucky stiff / tucson high little theater / april 2-5 (7pm) april 6 (2pm) $8 general/$6 student) has been nothing but mindfucking stress ( Read more... )

the application was overnighted to chicago this morning, packed in an $18.00 airborne express envelope. it felt like a little bit of myself was stuffed into that manila folder, a small piece of my youth got loaded into the back of a big gray airplane and shipped too the windy city ( Read more... )

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afternoons have gotten clumsier, i've noticed. what with the morning's habits. and the days loose their red exes and grade threateningly into each other. this is probably a warning i should head. but instead i'll shrug and blame my adolescent immaturity and ignore their constant foreshadowing ( Read more... )

the association: time for livin ( Read more... )

pushed twards tired forms of self imolation that seemed so original.

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the 14th of february need not be depressing for those of us who do not have ourselves a someone. we will (or should be) be in attendance at our "get drunk and sing the blues party" that evening. with harmonicas in our hands and fedoras on our heads, we will waste away this heart-broken holiday with our friends taj mahal and jack danial. for more ( Read more... )

someone's got themself in a little trouble. uh oh.

and this, my friends, is how i know i'm not gay.

tonight and tomorrow (thursday & friday) night i will be appearing in the tucson high theater department's presentation of "vexations", written and directed by the great marc arthur. if anyone is interested in watching the thespian in me...arrive at 7pm to the tucson high little theater. the performance is free ( Read more... )