The second to last time I saw Claire, she was sitting on a bed where everyone was storing coats and purses in the middle of a party. She was giving me great details about some strange events that had occurred in her life including a major breakup and a couple of misdiagnosed illnesses. She showed me her tattoo: the classic lighting bolt with TCB. She felt she was starting to take care of the business of her life.
She had always been such an inspiration to me as a budding improviser in Nashville and then Chicago. She is the one who signed me up for comedy classes where I met Rich Jeni (see last post.) She convinced me to do Second City.
The last time I saw Claire, she was in a parking lot in Sherman Oaks, Ca with her mom. I was going to lunch on a break from an acting workshop that I have no memory if. (Must have been good.) She looked confused and a little desperate. But then again, she had a flat tire. So would I.
And so Claire bought the ticket on Elvis airlines last week. Diabetes.
TCB, Claire.
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