"That's not offered to part timers."
I went to an insurance orientation for the school district of Greenville County yesterday. If that sentence alone didn’t put you to sleep I’m assuming you must be on some sort of cocaine, and I wish you luck in all future endeavors. I had to go because since I’m teaching a little more at the Fine Arts Center next year I’m technically being “offered” health insurance. By “offered” they mean I can buy into the system for an arm and leg. And not even all of the system. They were
Find Your Fountain Inn!
I’m writing this from beautiful Downtown Fountain Inn. Who knew Downtown Fountain Inn was beautiful? I didn’t until today. And that, my friends, is the point of this blog. Yesterday I was supposed to have chemo. I got there, had my labs, and went up stairs to see my doctor. After about ten minutes, his Nurse Practitioner came into the room. We said hello and exchanged our pleasantries, then she asked when my last infusion was. “I had one on Friday, a week and a half ago.” “Ye
Our Shadow Selves
“Corruption in humans is same as compassion in God. Corruption's our only hope. Long as we have it there'll be lenient sentences and even an innocent man'll have a chance of being let off.” -Mother Courage, Bertolt Brecht I was reading my Richard Rohr meditation last week. This particular day was about our shadow selves. The bad parts. The parts that lie and cheat and steal. The parts that hurt the people we love and gossips about people behind their backs. The deeper and dar
The Role God Assigns.
“We are in the world to play the role that God assigns.” That was the topic of the weekly spiritual meeting I attend on Saturday morning. It’s a fairly common idea within this group, one that I agree with. The person leading the discussion took it a step further and asked, “How do we know we’re playing the role God wants us to have?” I leaned forward in my seat. This interested me, and I was curious as to what others were going to say. People were sharing about how they moved


One night in Little Rock
I’m in Little Rock, Arkansas. Has anyone ever written that sentence with an exclamation point and meant it. “I’m in Little Rock!” “Little Rock! It’s where I’m at ya’ll!” Yeah it doesn’t feel right. I got to the hotel at like 11pm, and I was starving. I walked along President Clinton Ave. looking for something to eat. There was no food, but there were two Dueling Piano Bars within 50 feet of each other. That's something. I tried to do Uber Eats, but my only option was McDonald
Drilling for Ice Cream
Last night I found myself at Spill the Beans. Spill the Beans is a coffee shop/ice cream parlor in downtown Greenville. I’ve noticed that now a days it’s not enough for a place to simply sell ice cream, you’ve got to molest it in someway as well. Marble Slab puts the ice cream on a slab of marble and then beats the shit out of it. Creme Shack lays the ice cream out like deck of cards, throws a bunch of toppings inside, and then rolls it up like a joint. So clearly if you are
WE open on Friday
We reopen Stages this week. I always say We and that confuses people. “I thought you did one person shows.” They’re right. My shows are solo affairs, mainly because I like making sure I have the most lines in whatever play I’m doing. While I might be the only person on stage, so many people’ go into making it all happen. The entire writing and rehearsal process with Adam Knight. The lighting design by Lauren Duffie. Miles Boinest creating the sound scape of the show. All the
DID YOU JUST ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME??
Sorry for the late blog. I had a bit of an adventure traveling yesterday. An hour delay in Missoula due to rain in Chicago made me twenty minutes late for my flight to Greenville. If someone doesn’t think everything on this earth is intrinsically connected, take a flight and see how closely intertwined everything is. Since I didn’t get to Chicago until 7pm, the 6:40 flight to Greenville that I missed was the last one of the night. They sent me to the customer service desk to


Ready, Aim, Boom
I’m wrapping up my time in Montana. Now I love to hike. I love to be out in nature. But since I can’t really walk up hills right now, that wasn’t really an option. So my buddy Dylan, trying to think of things that were A) Outside and B) Didn’t require much walking, came up with an ingenious answer: Let’s shoot some guns! I’ve been alive for almost 41 years. Never in my life had I fired a gun. Never in my life had a held a gun. But stay in Montana for a few days and your life


A Reiki Healing Circle, Thousands of Miles From Home
How did I end up here? How did I end up on a massage table, in a trailer, in a valley of the Bitterroot Mountains named Coravallis, MT, thousands of miles from home. The simple answer is that I was brought here to do my show. How I ended up in this trailer might be a bit more complicated. There were four people with their hands on me, one of them being one of my best friends in the world, and the three other were his in-laws, people I’d only met once before twelve years ago.