Yep, I'm back on the Internet streets (skreetz for the unruly hoodrat, but who really wants to be called a "hoodrat"?). But I'm here on the blog site riding in a train headed back to NY.
It's a rainy day and the train was late. I remember my first theater producer that wasn't apart of my school, but I remember him stressing the importance of being punctual. He would ask his daughter because she was in the group as well; but he would ask "what time do trains leave?" she would then reply with a loud, private to drill sergeant type bellow "on time!"
Well the train unions apparently didn't get that memo.
But anyway, it is the day after our last show and I'm headed home (well, to the place where I reside), which means that my tour is over. Say it with me now!
THE TOUR IS OVER!
THE TOUR IS OVER!
THE TOUR IS OVA!!!
That's right y'all. Rest and relaxation will finally come my way. Which makes me think: I don't want to be the only person out there celebrating a type of liberation, because that would make me too liberated. I mean, you can't be liberated from everybody because then you're liberated from nobody.
So you my friend, should go out there and celebrate your liberation. Whether it be from debt, your nagging friend/mother/father or even your own house. The birds ain't singing and the sun ain't shining but it's still a beautiful day, ya dig?
But like I say, it's liberation day for me...until September. So I'm going to live it up for a little while. Holla at me!
Later days.
1 comment:
Speaking of hoodrats please tell me you saw Shaq and Ced's all-star comedy jam. DeRay's bit had me on the floor crying laughing.
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