It's happened again.

I was at the gym, ruminating on the plight of gay Ugandans while  going rather aggro on a pair of unsuspecting dumbbells, when it occurred to me: I'd just turned thirty-nine the day before. I'd marked the occasion by shearing my blue mohawk to a brutal looking crew cut. I had, once again, become a character in one of my plays.

Now it's not that odd that I should have a few things in common with the fictional Roderick. When I wrote The Jamb, I imagined that role for myself. Chances are that I will never play it. That's fine. Especially now that I've actually become am an increasingly regimented and generally self-righteous quasi-activist with an ego-driven need to save everyone but himself...in real life.

Roderick is way too judgmental. He's addicted to anger and to turning bad boys into pet projects. He has no patience for your processes.

But he's also driven and disciplined. He's passionate. He's doing his best to turn all his perversions and peccadilloes into something useful. He is fiercely loyal. Roderick's motivation to change is an unflagging faith in the power of love.

I like my crew cut. It suits my soldier mood. In this last year of my thirties I am getting down to business and kicking some ass. Fast. Clean. Strong.

Yeah I have become one of characters yet again. Thank G-d this one's sober.

Anyway, it's high time I had a damn website so here it is.

JSB

By the way, you can see someone else in the role of Roderick when The Jamb opens at Eclectic Company Theatre in January 2010.