one day i was on a slow moving train riding through the western desert at 3 in the morning standing out in the vestibule with people named cricket and checkers. we were watching Dan, the stilt walker from Brazil, spit fire out of the vestibule window. in the moments after that, i saw the person named checkers run a prophylactic through her nasal passages, and subsequently out of her mouth. then there are days like today, where you simply wake up early for a split show day (mid-day or morning show and the usual 7:30) and gather some food to take to the building (whatever arena we're in). you go to a crowded bus that takes you off to perform a show that you've performed over 250 times in the past 6 months.