Improvising for laughs came pretty naturally to me. I’d been shoving cupcakes in my face for the amusement of others since grade school.
I liked the spontaneity, the brashness, and the permission to be as weird as I wanted with a bunch of other weirdos.
But my improv career was over almost as soon as it began, because something killed it.
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