Post-Show Blues & Pre-Vegas Hustle
Posted by Eric Welch on May 8th 2025
The show is over.The lights dimmed.The applause faded.And I was back to… this.
Same basement.Same grind.Same smoke-filled mornings.
But now, something felt… off.A quiet tug at the soul. Like a ghost of something beautiful I’d just touched, now gone too soon.
Maybe it was the weed.Maybe the alcohol.Maybe just the weight of hard living.
But if I’m honest?
It was the absence
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Summer of Shrooms
Posted by Eric Welch on Apr 10th 2025
hoose?Why is what I’m doing so wrong?Why can’t I have both—the freedom of creation and the grind of the hustle?
My mind was a thunderstorm, clouds colliding, loud as hell with no off switch.
I stumble into the kitchen, grab a glass of water, hold the counter to keep from spinning. Trying to retrace the night.
It started at Greene’s place. A few blocks away. Same neighborh
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Full Throttle
Posted by Eric Welch on Apr 3rd 2025
I was all in now,
deep in the world of community theatre.
And man… what a scene.
The juxtaposition of it all was wild. One minute I’m in the streets, flipping pounds and spending weekends under the neon glow of a club, and the next I’m standing in a circle at a Unitarian church, playing theatre games with actors.
It was surreal.
I kept my worlds separate—or at least, I tr
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The First Step Toward Change
Posted by Eric Welch on Mar 27th 2025
Evolving was something I needed to do.
If I was serious about moving to LA—serious about Venice Beach, about the art, about chasing the west coast sun instead of just daydreaming about it—then I had to quit talking and start doing.
And the art pulling me west wasn’t just about acting, drawing, or painting. It was storytelling. Becoming somebody that people thought I wouldn’
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