The Bloody Doors Off

I’ve always been the class clown.

It was/is a coping mechanism. I make you laugh, it makes me happy. If I’m happy, I can’t be sad.

I’m Pagliaccio. Only, ya know, I don’t kill anyone at the end of Act 2.

Still. Not finding much to make fun of these days.

La Commedia è finita.

I’ve freshened up the end of A Song for Rachel. The director feels it provides the audience with a more understanding of how the protagonist will begin to process after accepting the truth in her childhood.

I know. Internalize the note. Apply it to me.

Now that’s funny.