It is 1989 and Chazz Palminteri and I are working on a short monologue that he wants use for future theater auditions. It is a story from his life as a young boy growing up in the Bronx, New York – an afternoon when he witnessed a murder. Weeks after developing this monologue Chazz tells me another story as a young boy growing up in the Bronx. I tell him,
“Write that story and I’ll show you how they go together.”
“They don’t go together.”
“Trust me, they do. I’ll show you.”
And that was the beginning.
After having developed and directed two very successful autobiographical one-man shows over the past two years (“Time Flies When You’re Alive” with Paul Linke, and “No Place Like Home” with Shane McCabe), I had developed an eye and an ear for the truths that lurk deep within our own true stories.
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