Today, I saw a production of Nine at Lakewood Theater in Lake Oswego, Oregon. It was … amazing. I’ve talked before about how sometimes it feels like I love musicals, but also kind of hate them. Well, this was a time when (despite flaws in the show) I walked away really loving something.
When I was talking about the comic before I launched it, this is what I intended to use it for: To give myself context. To turn my messy life into a neat and tidy narrative that moved from my childhood to the adult I have become.
But that’s not how life works. Even if it is how biopics work.