Let’s get shitty, Chicago.

There’s been rumblings in the Second City, mecca of the Comedy World, about a mystical place brimming with music and laughter, Sharpies and plywood, floating on the fringes of the definition of a “venue”. Come… Continue reading →

14,000 feet: Don’t be a baby.

        It started with a woman with too many Visa card points, my mother. She asked if my sister and I would jump out of a plane. Of course we would. She would… Continue reading →