Hey, Mick, furry-footed brother from another mother...who’s taken unearned shit from me with grace in the past:  What’s the karma dharmakaya of a cat who flubbed timing on three cues in two fifteen minute plays out of 5 during 24 Hour Theatre tonight & then come home to drink several Bloody Marias with T&T chasers. All the while beating the shit outa ‘imself for the fact that there was two options:  Nail it, which was very doable, …or choke, …& choke was achieved, …making several young actors look just a little bit less than perfect in their particular 15 minute play out of 5 that they had only since last night to learn and take it to performance in front of a packed house, counting on the

one guy in the bridge to get it fckin right!? 

Aw nevermind, …what a pussy question anyways. 

The answer is right here:  Just chill & get on withit.

But it feels like an opportunity…squandered

Goin-outside to wander the wood…alone; good night. 

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[…did what I did, the day b4 love came to town…]