Weird dreams last night. People from my past. I dreamt I was in a house owned by a guy who I performed with in a sketch comedy troupe in NYC. In the dream, he and another dude from the troupe were lounging on hills of grass and rambling about life. In the dream, I told them I'd join them, but I got lost in a pink bathroom. I stood there, puzzled. Why was the bathroom so pink?
Before The Circus, I wrote theatre/film reviews for an online 'zine, called www.newyorkcool.com, and blogs for an entertainment website, based on my accounts of being an actor in NY. I was paid for the blogs. :) I wrote while I temped at various desk jobs and while standing at the host stand during slow nights at the steak house. The door was always open and I got bronchitis in the winter months.
It felt like I was always struggling, always hustling, but I met a lot of interesting people in NY.
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