Somebody got fancy… and then he retired.
In case being a playwright doesn’t work out, I finally discovered what else I’d be good at.
I went to the Labyrinth. I thought it would be picturesque and quaint and that I would skip blithely through the hedge-rows while thinking about peace and calm and the bounteous life of the Harmonists. There were THREE MILLION BEES living in the hedges and I may or may not have had a nervous breakdown.
Writing, walking, and making new friends:
Two years later it’s just as green and calm and nice…and I’m just as over-caffeinated, strung-out, and happy to be here.