An occasionally-flinching, some-holds-barred glimpse into my life as an actor, writer and congenital griper.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Four seasons
Sometimes I miss my old view from the 33rd floor (and the 26th, and the 29th). But a view is what you make of it. And how much you can appreciate what you've got.
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