Oh, for fook's sake. Look what's become of the forums. They're lettin' anyone in.
The silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe. A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee. She says "My body is the life; my body is the way." I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet.
"Great improvisers never look worried onstage. It's not that they became great and stopped worrying, they stopped worrying and then became great." - Miles Stroth
This is great Alex. I don't think I've seen you do improv yet but you're the bees knees and I enjoyed the one staged reading we did together at The Institution. Welcome to the madness! Can't wait to see you improvise- or better yet, play with you!