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Who the Fuck Started All This?

I was sitting in the park with the script rehearsing my lines and I felt this intense sense of loneliness creep its bony feet up and down my spine.

By The Dime-Store Casanova jsonnenblick@gmail.com

“The modern man doesn’t understand his place in life. The modern man will never understand his place in this life. That is the point of this play.” – Teodor Petelov

I am an actor, as well as a writer, and I want all of you who read this or come in contact with it in some way to understand that this is one of the more important cultural statements that theater will make for some time. The playwright is called the “Chekov of the Balkans”, and for good reason. The script is somewhat of a dichotomy. It talks of the modern man as a useless being. There are certain types of men and women in this world. In a war-torn world it’s hard to see anyone of value being anything valuable, if you know what I mean.

I was sitting in the park with the script rehearsing my lines and I felt this intense sense of loneliness creep its bony feet up and down my spine. These two characters I’m trying to imbibe as my own come on in the weirdest of places. Something as simple as ordering at a diner, which I experienced yesterday, I ordered the triple-decker sandwich and immediately felt this cosmic feeling come through my body. At that moment I wanted to shout out and make a scene, but then the calmness sets in and I am back to being myself (Which isn’t so hot as well). My directors Teodor and Tiho, who are both Bulgarian (as is the playwright), have asked me to delve into my own personal hell for one of the characters I play. I was asked to think of the worst woman I ever came in contact with and I thought of alcohol for the first few weeks before I could put a face on the truth.

I play two very different characters, The Bill Collector and The Masked Man. You want to know both of them, and you do know both of them in your life. When you search for something more and want the best for yourself, but you won’t ever know it because there is no best. That’s the Bill Collector.

You are a coward in relationships, you push away until they are so far gone that you could hardly see them over the foothills. They are off fucking others while you sit in the what-could-have-been’s and why-has-this-happened-to-me. Then you want redemption; you want to know why, even though you don’t deserve one sentence of explanation.

I don’t fuck around when I tell you that it is one of the great privileges of my life to act around such a fine cast and crew. The script is unheralded, the process is beautiful and there is only one thing left to say.

Thank you all.

“Who The Fuck Started All This” opens on Friday March 28th and will run til April 6th at The Producers Club. 358 W 44th st btwn 8th and 9th ave. All shows at 10 pm except for April 1st which is at 8pm and Closing night which is at 5pm. Here is the link for tickets: https://thewhitelisted.webconnex.com/wtf

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