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Airport Bar Chronicles 6: A Night in the Square
It’s 2010, almost 2am in London and my train to Edinburgh is at 8am. It’s about a five to six hour trip and I’m supposed to perform my first show at 4:20. I’m sitting on the cold stone of this statue...
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Airport Bar Chronicles 7: So Close
OK. Now I’m on the tube. Now I’m buying a ticket to Edinburgh. Now I’m on the train. It’s a five-hour trip. There’s Internet on the train so I let people know that I’m still alive. The train is packed...
View ArticleAirport Bar Chronicles 8: Straight Razor? Check.
Now I’m in the shower. Now I’m organizing props and costumes. Straight razor? Check. Pill bottle with skull and cross bones? Check. Fake gun? Check. Fake bottle of Vodka? Check. Wishing it was real...
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Airport Bar Chronicles 9: The Human Circus that is Edinburgh at Night
It’s the next day and I’m determined to make up for the time I missed flyering and hanging posters. The city is littered from head to toe in different sized paper squares and rectangles with photos,...
View ArticleAirport Bar Chronicles 10: Is that a Time Portal?
Graham the homeless guitarist has just escaped behind the street corner leaving me his prized three quid bottle of wine. Any trace of his drunken description of some after hour’s pub where we need to...
View ArticleAirport Bar Chronicles 11: “Sure.”
It’s my second night in Edinburgh and I’m sitting in this packed basement comedy club being charmed, over a bottle of wine by an Irish Comedian I met on the street about an hour ago. The show is over...
View ArticleAirport Bar Chronicles 12: See You in Five Minutes.
Along this journey thus far I have met and felt close to a few people in a very short period of time. Knowing of course, that I will never see them again. This sentiment is something I’ve learned to...
View ArticleAirport Bar Chronicles 13: Even When it Makes Absolutely No Sense
It’s dawn in Edinburgh. I’m still wearing yesterday’s clothes lugging a giant bucket on my back, contacts burning in my eyes, quietly tiptoeing out of this guy’s flat and I feel AWESOME. I breathe in...
View ArticleAirport Bar Chronicles 14: Why would you make a comedy about that?
Edinburgh Aug 2010 For the next 8 days performing this play was my life. Every morning I’d put on my ridiculous costume and wander the crowded streets scattering flyers like burlesque performers...
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The walls of Ludlow street
It’s 7am on a beautiful summer morning in 2013. My mattress sits on the floor in my tiny studio apartment on Ludlow St. in NYC. I’m struggling not to let the sounds of construction in the building...
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