In which we’re strangers diving into each other’s brains headfirst. What a treat. CW: Mental health/treatment.

In which we riff riff riff, get a little real about our friendship, discuss parenthood, and pretty much just gush. This is a deeply felt, precious one, my friends. Enjoy.

In which we talk music, new skills, skating through the Kansas City scene the best we can, give thanks to our partners in crime, and play the meanest game of ping-pong you’ve ever heard.

In which we discuss ghosts, self image, mini-crafts, idols, and stranger cats in and out of trashbags.

“And now, for something completely different...” in which we revisit early approaches to theatre, our insecurities, and come to terms with the fact that this WILL be over. Someday.

In which there’s a break from all the silence, too long of an intro, puzzles, record-painting, and an overall smile of a conversation.

In which we do a little scene work, remember the big lessons for tough crowds, remember a few heroes, and traverse new territory in education.

In which the bowler hatted Beckett boys are back in town, sick of waiting, and ready to move forward.

In which we talk of what we leave behind, Nintendo, Easter egg hunts, and the need for connection.

In which two brothers reunite and head west.