I am so scared right now. I don’t know what this means. My ball came out of the MN Fringe Festival lottery ball tumbler last night. I really don’t have a clue. I can feel the puke building in my throat. I don’t know how to produce a musical, but I know I have to produce one. I know I’m not the first and won’t be the last. I’m guessing in 20 years, Old Toby’s advice to Young Toby would be: “Enjoy the ride as much as you can!”
