...it's not an act.
I spent a good part of my childhood in New York City.
I went through a lot before I reached twenty...one of my parents died when I was a teenager...life was definitely not always easy.
And yet, I have remained strangely naive and sheltered and young for my age.
Last week, I went to the opening night of the revival of HAIR.
(What a knock-out production. I really really want to be in the cast. I wonder if, "does not require a wig!" can overshadow "cannot sing at all!" Perhaps it does.)
I sat through the entire performance wondering if somebody in my row had been sprayed by a skunk.
I have never smelt skunk in the city...often in New Jersey, but not in the city.
It must be very embarrassing, I thought, to come to a Broadway show reeking of skunk. Poor guy.
But, oh no... I discovered...it wasn't skunk at all. It was pot. People were just getting into the spirit of the show...
I like my own little world.
It is a nice place.