On Love and a Curve-ball

"Call your senator and tell him he's so full of shit his eyes are brown!" I hung up the phone. "They aren't open." I echoed to the room. We had called our favorite tender at our favorite bar to see if we could throw back one more beer and throw down a couple extra twenties … Continue reading On Love and a Curve-ball

On Love and a Tony

Karen was screaming, I had literal gutter water dripping down my face, and Bernadette Peters was auditioning for the part of Fantine in "Les Misérables" in a mud puddle at my feet.  If that sounds like a shit show to you, it's because of Karen...and also...I started this story somewhere near the end.  I'm actually … Continue reading On Love and a Tony