For the more-than-one-hour duration of the play, I knelt on the ground, avoiding actual cow shit and waiting to deliver my one big line. “My udder is about to burst!” Then it was back to staring at the ground and pretending to chew the cud. Thoughts that I was once a regular main eventer in Japan or even that I gave up my well-paying job that brought me around the world swirled around my head.
