Theatre is how I first encountered art on any level.

It's one of the reasons I don't do drugs. One sniff and I'd go all the way.

The trite answer is that everything is true but none of it happened. It is emotionally true, but the events, the plotting, the narrative, isn't true of my life, though I've experienced most of the emotions experienced by the characters in the play.

Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye." Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words

Alice: I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye. Dan: Since when? Alice: Now. Just now.

When I look back I can't believe I was so stupid as to direct Dealer's Choice.