Chapter Nine
My clothes changed; my mode of transportation was as often a Harley hog as much as my baby blue Mercedes; my free time was free, not a brooding wasteland of worry and senseless wondering. I fit my career into the spaces allowed. Thought about it less, and did a better job when I was working. I spent more time at the theatre, sometimes just watching KC direct, get angry, cuss and fight with his brood of malcontent fellow actors. When he was happy, the emotion seemed to turn the place into a Technicolor wonderland. If I’d have told him that, he would have turned up his nose and rolled his eyes. Black was still his favorite color. Because of that, I wore pink and yellow to the theatre thinking that as blatantly rebellious. I’m sure he understood and thought this little mutiny ap
