If you're reading this, I want you to come to my play.
People ask me: How did you realize you were an empath? They ask me: When did you start doing readings? They ask me: Who the hell are you, anyway?
On April 13th, 14th and 15th, in Theaterlab's beautiful white box theater, I'm going to answer these questions as entertainingly as I know how. I'm working with an awesome director, Catie Davis, who's pushing me to go all the way, expressing aspects of myself I'd rather hide.
Because it'll make for good theater.
Theater is my first love. I wrote and produced plays throughout my teens and early twenties. I thought I was going to be playwright (until a Tony Award winner told me it was a waste of time because it didn't pay enough). Now I'm coming back and bringing everything I have.
My body. I'll show you how I came to do what I do.
My heart. I'll tell you how far I fell, what I learned down there in the dumps, and what life's about for me now.
My soul. The one who disappears for you. The mirror.
It'll be fun, too. Psychic readings at Burning Man. Surreal conversations with psychedelic plants. Lots of sarcasm from a once cynical Jew from LA (who attended Harvard-Westlake, for those who've heard of it? The fanciest, shmanciest school there is).
If you're reading this, and you're going to be in NYC the weekend of April 13th, I'm offering myself, my whole self, for your entertainment and enlightenment.
Okay, enough pitching.
Did you buy the tickets yet?