nothing like it

Before tonight's run of An Incomplete List, one of the Theatre Off Jackson staff let me in and then kept going about their duties outside, hosing down the ramp. So, I was the first person in the theater. And going down the steps into the green room was such a feeling of being home, where I belong, and where shit makes sense.

Old basement theaters with their decades-old carpet, and wires, pipes and makeshift whatever, and posters and ghosts and everything else are so special. And being the first one in the space, quiet but vibrant and ready for us to harness the magic that lives in there -- nothing like it.

Photo by me, standing on the stage, tonight. 

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