The Wild Guys

by Andrew Wreggitt and Rebecca Shaw

I don’t know about all of you, but I’m finding these to be confusing times. I’m pushing 40, and each year I feel a different kind of lost than the year before. Not more lost. Just still lost. Maybe that’s fine. But when I came across that theme in this play, I couldn’t ignore it. Especially in this day when we’ve been doing an ok job at deconstructing, it’s hard for a guy to know what being a healthy, authentic man looks like. It’s not easy being lost on that journey, but I think being lost is the journey.