It’s Dark Inside My Head

  • May 25, 2014

Today in my all female improv class at The Groundlings, all of the characters I played monologued about date rape, fetal alcohol syndrome, and marital bondage. My last character was a lesbian whose best friend was Krissy the Horse. Shortly after I created Krissy, I killed her off. Then I laughed about it. Then I continued to laugh uncontrollably in the middle of almost all of my scenes. So déclassé. This is a cry for help. Reader (you), help!

 

 

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