Public Property

I'm Monroe Martin, and I have a new one-man show called Public Property. It's about self-discovery and the effects that the foster care system has had on my adult life. I realized I'd been in survival mode for 36 years and it feels like I escaped from one of those bunkers where crazy dudes store their second family. I've been roaming this big dumb rock called earth for years, but I feel like I'm experiencing things for the first time: friendship, love, and all those other feelings people take drugs to suppress. I'm unsure if I'm fully out of survival mode; maybe this is me sticking my dry-ass hand out the window and feeling the breeze. I thought I was well-adjusted this entire time, but I've been off-centered for decades.