A mention of some dude's attempt to prove the existence of God through math reminded me of this piece, in which I narrate the tale of being in the World's Best Theatrical Production, Ever; because it included--yes! the proof of God's existence through a math problem. Also missed light cues, phones ringing off hooks, disembowelled little girls and exploding tits.
Hey, I'm probably about at the point where I can start showing reruns, right?
"Nobody Knows I'm a Thespian."
I live to self-promote. And serve.