Some people get depressed at having a birthday. I've learned not to do that in recent years because, really, what's the alternative?
I'm 34 today. I'm spending the day relaxing at home, and later I'll head into the city for dinner and to a show--Death of a Salesman--one of my favorite plays, which I have never seen performed.
While I look ahead to all that I'd like to accomplish in the next year, I can't help but reflect on age 33. So, here are my favorite things about what happened while I was 33.
I wrote two new plays, heavily revised two more, finished a screenplay, and a polished off a solid first draft of my book.
My plays, The Other Day and Recovery, were seen in New York, Chicago and Minneapolis.
Kellen was born.
I won my first major award for playwriting for The Other Day.
My face was featured in a magazine, and on a few Web sites.
I took a semi cross-country road trip. Four times.
I watched my dad come home from the hospital after six months.
I worked for World Wrestling Entertainment.
I made people laugh.
I laughed at myself.
And I drank. More than I should have.
And I will continue all of this at 34!
Mark Jason Williams
I find trouble wherever I go