I have not been a Eugene O’Neill fan until lately. I wore a caricature of his face on my back through high school, when I practically lived in my father’s old, decaying sports jacket from the O’Neill center. I didn’t know anything about him, really, or the theater center created in his name. I just knew I wanted to wear the face of an old playwright on …
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