Zane Lamprey is what I refer to as a connoisseur of booze. The guy literally gets paid to travel and drink. Sounds like a pretty sweet gig to me, and after chatting with him, I quickly learned he felt the same way.
I was at the Jersey Shore over the summer when I came across an ice cream stand selling chocolate-covered bacon. My nephew, Dante, bought a strip for a dollar. "I love it," he said. I fear for our future. But, then again...
As we looked more closely at the disparate shows, we realized that although the plays themselves are incredibly diverse, contemporary productions, whether great or terrible, tend to have a lot in common.
I recently saw my book, Broken Piano climb, shockingly, to the sixth bestseller on Amazon. Like most good surprises in life, it had nothing to do with my hard work and foresight. Like most surprises, it stemmed from a potential lawsuit.
Drinking wasn't new to me; drinking to get drunk wasn't either. But at college, I no longer had to worry about being sober by the time I got home to my parents. There was nothing holding me back and I ran with that freedom.