'What's Gunny doing here Jeremy?" My ears are still ringing. On Friday, the show I co-wrote, Delectably Dead, had its first trip outside of its home county. We headed to Guildford where we performed for eighty people at G Live. Despite how many times I shouted at it, my Sat Nav kept pronouncing it "live", … Continue reading #7 – Fire a gun.
Month: March 2017
I’m not brave.
Firemen are brave. Malala Yousafzai is brave. Lightning McQueen is brave. I probably shouldn’t compare them. Only one of them managed to purposely lose the Piston Cup championship and still put Radiator Springs back on the map. Last week I published a blog post about my mental health. It was pretty personal. It dealt with … Continue reading I’m not brave.
Sad face and silk sheets.
This photo is a year old today. I only know that because a part of me knew I would get better and therefore kept note of the date. I don’t know if you can tell but this is me at a real low. The lowest I had felt in a very long time. I got … Continue reading Sad face and silk sheets.
