Austin Improv

I’ve done this for 12 years and have achieved some amount of success at least within the society of the UCB Theatre in NYC (perform on a weekly show on the weekend, am one of the senior teachers) and I’d say every 4 or 5 shows I walk off stage convinced, wholly, that I am a fraud, who snuck by everyone who is in charge of deciding who is good by keeping my head down and being quiet at signature moments.

There’s a self-hate machine running inside of us. It’s coughing and sputtering and chugging along. But we can place it into a room, like a tiny utility closet. We can place our self-hate machine into this dark room and just leave it. It can do its work, but it’s just in this tiny room. It can’t control us. We won’t turn it off, we’ll just tuck it away in one of many rooms.