I’m in the in-between place right now, and it’s uncomfortable.

I’m melancholy and grieving the loss of the Annoyance Theatre NY all the time. The theater closes in a week. I keep flashing to the moments and heartache and joy it took to build it. The toll it took on me and what I learned from it. It’s very sad that it’s closing, but it’s probably a new beginning. I’m calling myself an artist these days to people I meet, as opposed to the guy who once created a theater in NY and is hoping to now be an artist.