Monday, March 16, 2020
I was hesitant to continue Blood any further than the first two initial shows.
It's a taxing piece and I was fully prepared to put it behind me.
A personal and professional success!
Lance Byrd, a hilarious comedian I know, told me that if the piece helped people, then I had an obligation to the theatre to continue it.
He asked me:
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
"You don't get to just walk away!
If your work helps people then you get up there and you do it!"
He was right.
(He usually is)
With Lance's words burned into my mind, I let Chris (Ragonetti) talk me into putting the show back up and began digging back into the work.
This time around I was working with my younger Sister Maggie as Director.
We were into a deep dive and it wasn't long before I found myself in a dangerous potential relapse situation.
All of a sudden, after years of sobriety, I was in serious trouble.
Trouble with the law, trouble for my Family, trouble for my work and trouble for my life.
I sought help immediately.
I sat in an hour long group information session where they told us our rehabilitation assessment dates were randomly being assigned in another room.
The night before, I went to The Staircase Theatre in Hamilton with Chris to have a look around and speak to the booker about dates for the show. When we were offered April 24th & 25th, I insisted we book the dates immediately.
These were the days between when my Brother died and when he was discovered.
It was meant to be.
The next day I left the medical centre contemplating an addiction and grieving counselling course.
Our group was met by a nurse in the hallway, we'd tell them our name and he'd give us our paperwork with our assessment dates out of his pile and tell us to have a nice day. I took mine, folded it into my inside pocket and quickly found the appropriate room to piss.
Outside, I was waiting for the streetcar, when an eerie feeling came over me.
I looked around to see who was setting off my spidey-senses, but I was alone.
Or so I thought.
The sky took to a strange movement in all of its' thick greyness, and clear as day. I could hear my Brother's voice.
"Don't throw your life away over my death."
Of course, these were my own thoughts, but they were his words in his voice.
It shook me to my core.
I instantly took out my paperwork and right at the top of the first page, written in red sharpie was my random assessment date:
The grey sky lightened, the sun came out, I got on my streetcar and went down the road.
We're all affected by this virus.
ALL the shows are cancelled now.
We don't know when or if things go back to normal.
A lot of people are losing a lot of money and the future is uncertain
(even more than usual).
My show is very important to me and a lot of people, just like yours.
Everything happens for a reason and magic is all around us.
I believe this is a warning from the Creator.
We need to take heed.
Next time we won't get off so easy.
Please be careful and be kind to each other.
I'll see ya when I see ya.
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