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Hi there. I'm a playwright and director who teaches Highschool English here in Manhattan. I'm a huge comic book fan and I see every comic book movie when it comes out at 12:05 am or earlier if I can swing it. I'm also a grad student in educational Theatre at NYU. "Props" went very well and now I have a few investors asking for a screenplay, so that's been occupying a lot of my time. My company Small Pond Entertainment is really starting to pick up steam and I hope to have full non-profit status by the end of this year?Update: Still working on a lot of paperwork for this!. Future projects in the works: 1. Ben Folds Five muscial 2. Adaptation of a children's book for the stage (educational Outreach) 3.Possibly Directing a brand new play pretty soon Update: Directed my new show Love's Logic for a workshop night in December and had a friend direct This is gonna suck Produced it on the 16th. It was awesome. 4. having a few of my one acts presented in staged reading by a new production company. Update: A few have been read already and one was produced on Halloween. Go WildChild Productions!. Drop me a line if you'd like to chat! Excelsior!Brownie points to anyone who can guess where these lyrics are from:I'M NOT A RIVER OR A GIANT BIRD THAT SOARS TO THE SEA AND IF I'M NEVER TIED TO ANYTHING I'LL NEVER BE FREEI WANTED MAGIC SHOWS AND MIRACLES MIRAGES TO TOUCH I WANTED SUCH A LITTLE THING FROM LIFE I WANTED SO MUCH WE NEVER CAME CLOSE, MY LOVE WE NEARLY CAME NEAR IT NEVER WAS THERE I THINK IT WAS HERE...THEY SHOWED ME CRIMSON, GOLD, AND LAVENDER A SHINING PARADE BUT THERE'S NO COLOR I CAN HAVE ON EARTH THAT WON'T FINALLY FADE... WHEN I WANTED WORLD TO PAINT AND COSTUMES TO WEAR I THINK IT WAS HERE CAUSE IT NEVER WAS THERE...If that's too hard for ya all try this one "This is worse than the time I used Tag body spray for sick cats"---I really like Cadbury chocolate bars especially the fruit and nut kind---I'm known to some as "Chicken Tortilla Pie guy"-----------I'd love to at some point meet a girl who: I would hold a stereo over my head in the middle of the night for (Name the film), would be my Mary Jane, and finally would appreciate a poem written on a napkin at 2 am.----------"The art is your breath...the love is your blood...the dream is your only sustenance and you must not weaken. Without the passion, you might as well be made of wood" ----PROPS