(mostly way the monologues played out, but how would I have it differently???) were all good choices, but when I watched this on TV, I still felt exactly as I had when I’d finished watching in the theatre. Would this play leave me as emotionally wrung out at the end in any ...
That cold January night I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home at one in morning after a tiring practice at the theatre. With opening night only a week away I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the ba...