Of this there can be no doubt. I have been keeping it close for about twenty-five years. It was told to me in confidence, a special gift from a transient mentor.
Now, please understand that the theater is full of transients and that nearly all of them are dim and pushy and annoying because of it. But there are a precious few who are so absolutely brilliant that being in their presence is to recall vividly all of the deeply sincere thoughts both innocent and honest that one had to forfeit in exchange for adulthood. At the same time, one is caused to feel a peculiar sense of shame for having ever been called upon to make the exchange in the first place. What if maybe I had cared more and worked harder? Is it that I am incapable of love?
Wait a minute. I seem to have drifted. Where was I? Ah, yes . . . the joke.
I pass it on to you now because I may very well die unexpectedly. It is as follows:
Techs are frustrated Designers.
Designers are frustrated Directors.
Directors are frustrated Producers.
Producers are frustrated Actors.
And Actors are frustrated people.
What? You didn’t think that was all that clever or funny? Well, maybe you had to be there.
Oh, go to hell . . . and suck on this.