Nick Hart

Ensemble since 2014

I fantasize about living in a vast overwhelming castle mansion house made out of Legos, a complex with millions upon millions of rooms, with an IMAX theatre and Chipotle above it, with bat-poles leading to secret library rooms of CD collections because I don’t like throwing things away, those things used to be expensive. Or hidden trap cellar doors that slide into a basement the size of the pentagon and its filled with a billion empty cubby holes.

Someone says “But what if you have a stroke in the secret room behind the secret bookshelf behind the real bookshelf and you bite your tongue off and bleed and bleed and your bloody tongue stump gets infected with mold and parasites and you die because no one could find you in your secret Lego rooms.”

I never thought about this. And now I can’t have that dream anymore.

I like to play chess. I was raised by a Nintendo Gameboy. No, the brick one, stupid.

Stuff by Nick

somewhere between 5 and 6 in the morning

spill the blood of the innocent: an audience participation play

an apology and redaction of the texas board of education approved Mcgraw-Hill introduction to too much light makes the baby go blind

Anti-Newtonian Physics

he was staying with us for a week. he left his poop floating unflushed in the toilet. it was day one of his week long stay.

The Majesty of Eclipse in Wrigleyville

Let's Get To Know Each Other Better And Spice Up These Transitions

Misery Loves Company and I can't wait for the upcoming soul sucking election cycle.