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No, New York Is Not Dead
Though it’s hard for me to believe the people who are having that debate are even here…
I’m not clairvoyant. I moved out of the city in September 2019 because I’d been fortunate enough to be cast in a continuously-running show in a beach town in Massachusetts. We did many many performances in the summer, when throngs of tourists strolled the streets looking for entertainment, but also kept up a regular schedule of shows year-round. Wasn’t nearly enough money to live on. Nevertheless, a rare privilege to be paid to do Improv comedy. So I moved there.
I’d still come to New York often. My ex still lives in our old apartment and didn’t seem to mind (much) me staying for a few days when I got a gig back home. I was born here: Lenox Hill Hospital; just like Lady Gaga. Was in New York often enough that I volunteered at an animal shelter to help fill the days I was here, since I mostly worked at night and on weekends.
March 8th was the last show of any kind I did in New York. The animal shelter was trying to get volunteers to foster as many dogs as possible, because they knew something bad was coming. Already, in the previous couple of weeks, an insane number of people were coming in looking to adopt dogs. Because they knew something bad was coming. It was a good idea. I requested a particular pit…
