Varsouviana

Over three months now. On to it. At the very beginning of this blog, I alluded to changes. Done. I'm divorced. I have the girls. Enough on that. Maybe not yet. I'm not looking to see anyone, but I'm not closed off to it either. I don't suppose I'm a very good prospect. Divorced midnight cop with two small girls. I'm like Clint Eastwood in Tightrope. Now, move forward by moving back.

Been a busy actor this year. I last mentioned Streetcar, but I've done another play since then, and am just now beginning a new one. About a month after Streetcar, I did Neil Simon's "God's Favorite" with the Clinton Brick Streets players. Had a good role in that one. Scene stealer. That play experience began horribly, but not due to any human fuck-ups. Middle of summer, but they wouldn't turn on the air conditioning until the week of the performance. Exact opposite at the Black Rose Theatre, where I'm doing "Who Killed Aunt Caroline." It's freezing, and my teeth chatter. The play itself is a bit corny, but I see where good actors might could have fun with it.