YOU'RE NOT MY DAD: A TRAUMEDY

You're Not My Dad

Traumedy. I didn’t come up with the word. A friend who saw the show did, and I’m stealing it.

You’re Not My Dad is a one-act solo show about one person’s trauma—suffered at the hands of their narcissistic, dysfunctional, alcoholic, and absurdly funny family—and how he overcame it, or, at the very least, came to live with it.

If you can look darkness in the face and laugh, this show is for you. I play five characters—each absurd in their own right, some redeemable, some less so. And though many of them caused a lot of damage (myself included), they’re hilarious—awful, and hilarious.

The first time I did this show I wasn’t surprised at the laughs but extremely surprised by the cries. I didn’t think anyone would give a shit, not in that way, but many have described this show as cathartic, and I certainly hope it is. My therapist (who I play in the piece) insists art has the power to heal, and I hope that’s true (because this shit hurt like a motherfucker), but if at the very least I can make you laugh at absurdity and pain for 60 minutes, I’ll have done my job, and if you cry…bonus.

You’re Not My Dad treats such classic comic themes as alcoholism, family enmeshment, violence, shame, and all-around fucking stupidity (often referred to by mental health professionals as dysfunction).

Three showings, all at the Stephanie Feury Theater (corner of Melrose and Larchmont next to Paramount Studios at 5636 Melrose Ave) (on 2nd floor, only stair accessibility, street parking on Larchmont north of Melrose after 6pm).

Showtimes:
Sunday June 7 2026, 1:00 PM | 1hr
Thursday June 18 2026, 7:00 PM | 1hr
Saturday June 27 2026, 5:30 PM | 1hr

Tickets go on sale:
May 1, 2026 @ 12:01 AM Pacific Time

Albert Camus said we don’t overcome the absurd, we face it and refuse to be crushed by it. Come laugh, and refuse to be crushed together.