Ah, picture young B.T. Wolfe, a wide-eyed dreamer lost in the cornfields of the Midwest. Surrounded by more cows than people, he sought refuge in the magical realm of theater, where even the most mundane moments could be transformed into something spectacular.

Amidst the endless monotony of small-town life, Wolfe’s mind wandered to grand stages and dramatic roles, imagining himself as a leading man in his own story. Of course, this was all while dodging the judgmental gazes of the locals and tiptoeing around his own identity like it was a landmine in a hayfield.

Despite the odds stacked against him – a conservative upbringing and a town where gossip spread faster than wildfire – Wolfe clung stubbornly to his love for the arts. Now, as he nears the ripe old age of sixty, he’s finally come to terms with his inner diva and unleashed his creative prowess upon the world.

With a penchant for theatrics and a flair for the dramatic, Wolfe’s writing sings with the same passion and intensity that once fueled his youthful daydreams. Who needs therapy when you can just write your way through the midlife crisis, right?