I have a sordid past. Once upon a time, I was a performer.
My first post-college-non-restaurant job was at children’s musical puppet theater company. It was just like Avenue Q for kids…if Avenue Q was horrible, not funny, paid its actors below minimum wage and held it’s set together with duct tape.
I have delivered songs about losing my virginity and wishing I had a penis – in front of my parents.
Mine was a bright, but rapidly burning star.
OBVIOUSLY, I am a bona fide authority on all things arts and culture.
You can trust me. I’m
not an artist.