Worked on my play for the Pretentious Festival late into the night last night. My fingers are ink-stained, my eyebrows filled with pools of my own worksweat. I disgust myself, and that is why I expect you to buy tickets.
I ask myself...what would the readers of this blog like to know? What answers could I give that will satisfy your lust for Freeman-Truths?
If you have any questions you'd like to see me answer on-stage, fire away in the Comments Section. You may well hear them in the show.
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