Questions?
Concerns?
Wait... about me? Why are you guys concerned about me?
I'm just itching to hear from you. Or, I don't know, maybe it was something I stepped in. Either way, the doctor won't see me 'til next week, so soothe me with that sweet, sweet, over-the-counter salve of human connection.
If you'd like to attend a show, invite me to audition for one, have questions about what I do and where I've done it, start an incredible improv team with a terrible name or a terrible improv team with no name whatsoever, or write something together for the sole purpose of having creative rights to hotly contest one day - reach out. I'll be thrilled to reach back.