Welcome to the Creepshow

Who are you and why are you reading this blog?

Do you know me? Do you think you know me? (You have no idea.)

Let me tell you, I am getting so excited, my little heart's about to explode. (I should see a doctor about this.)

Rehearsals begin in a matter of days. Everything in its right place. Like kismet. Like a fucking machine of war. Like the end of the world! We've gotta get out of here! WE'VE GOTTA GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!!

Calmer. Fitter. Happier. More productive.

You want to see a show? I'll give you a fucking show, people... (Did you honestly think I wouldn't...?)

I am not cool. I am an inferno. And I am famished...