Who among us, given the chance to go back knowing all we’ve learned, wouldn’t do something very different in high school? One of the main things I’d do is try out for the annual school play, as I discovered later in life that acting’s big fun, and that I’m good at it. But it wasn’t until I was 35 that I realized how much fun acting is, and that I’m good at it.
|Socks Without Mates. 1983|
The original other guy in the trio had come to loathe me, so we replaced him with a small, bearded opera lover who worked in a hardware store and loathed me slightly less, at least for a short while. I decided that I couldn’t in good conscience raise my daughter in the air pollution of Los Angeles, and moved with her and First Wife to the northern California wine country, where I didn’t venture onto a stage again until my marriage collapsed, I moved down to San Francisco, and recruited a waiter from the Fog City Diner and a young mother of three from the East Bay suburban wastelands to form an updated version of my LA trio. I called it the Spandex Amazons this time, prompting a phone message from a gay spandex fetishist who wondered if we should meet for coffee. Young Mom was ever so pretty, and I lusted after her in my heart, but the fact of Hubby being an SFPD Swat Team member helped me keep it in my trousers.