Addictions have a funny way of gradually escalating. You might start with an innocent puff from a friend?s cigarette behind the school, and before you know it you?re smoking a pack a day. One cup of coffee in the morning turns into a continuous supply of double lattes. A single successful snapshot begets $20,000 of photography equipment. I fear my improv dependency is headed in the same direction. If I?m not careful, in a few years I?ll be living on the streets of downtown Seattle, begging passers by for spare suggestions and trying to do Theatresports games with the voices in my head.

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