Does art imitate life? Or does life imitate art? For Jared Nigro, his life is his art. His latest production, Mouthful of Nothing is a humorous, yet poignant look at what it means to live, to learn, and to love when you're not entirely sure what you're doing... Jared may have intended to write a one man show, but his beautifully acted play brings a much more universal story to life. Take a look behind the scenes, with our friend and curious wanderer - here are 73 Questions with Jared Nigro.

All Hallow's Eve has arrived. You've stocked up the trick-or-treaters' candy bowl. You've marathon-watched The Shining, Hocus Pocus, Halloweentown, and Harry Potter 2 and 3 (they're clearly the most Halloween-ish of the magical saga!). You've carved your Jack-O-Lantern into the perfect likeness of your beloved pet. You've played Halloween Mad Libs {link}. You think you're safe! Nothing can spook you — you're prepared! And then a harrowing thought creeps up on you… The dreaded realization looms from behind your shoulder, pops up, and shouts, "BOO! You forgot to plan your Halloween costume!!" * Cue Hitchcock's Psycho shower scene stab music! * But don’t panic! You can relax... We've got your back. The year you don't have a costume is NOT. THIS. YEAR. Below you'll find the recipes to a few last minute costumes you can whip up quicker than a werewolf transformation! These foodie-pun-inspired looks won't be too hard to swallow. The best part is, you can create any of them in less time than it takes to listen to MJ's "Thriller." We’re also including party lines that, like a good wine, complement the notes of your costume. You’ll have your Frankenstein friends in stitches! Happy Haunting, friends!

“Bowers?... Bowers?...” The social worker scanned the airport terminal as I happily chewed on my fist with my toothless, slobbery smile. “We’re here!” My new family gestured to her. With that, me and all of my belongings were delivered into the arms of my waiting mother. My parents would probably describe me as “a handful from day one”, but there wasn't much to hold. At twelve pounds, I was roughly the same weight as a bald eagle when I arrived in the United States. Only five months old, I came with the bare essentials: a t-shirt, a diaper, and a pacifier. A baby like me didn’t own much. In spite of my humble beginnings, someone was kind enough to give me the gift of my only luxury item on the journey from Korea - a tiny flag with stars and stripes, representing the place that would become my home.

Dear Mary: As I stand here, gazing at you from the future, I am so incredibly proud of who you are and who you will become. It’s challenging when so many people are asking what you would like to be when you grow up, though you are still not even sure who you are right now. That’s okay. There are people here who will love you, encourage you, and inspire you. You will believe in the beauty of their dreams as much as they believe in yours. I know you often have the feeling that you don’t really fit. You are a fish out of water. I would love to tell you that the feeling subsides, but I still don’t know if it will ever go away. But I can assure you that you will gain a sense of ease about being different. It will become your greatest strength. You will be the fish who grew lungs – a mermaid! The world you will grow up to live in is one where war and peace, poverty and abundance, hate and love all continue to exist. There will be moments that remind you to always remain hopeful. I spent some time at the Hooters World Wing Eating Championship and Miss Hooters International Pageant last week. It was one of those moments. There is more to the restaurant than chicken wings, as delicious as they are. It’s called “comfort food” for a reason. Here are a few words of comfort from the future to carry you through time, until you can meet your friends in person.