It’s time to put on makeup, it’s time to dress up right The staged read of “The Bishop’s Eighteen Wives” that went down last night was actually a full-on production — lights, costumes, blocking, the whole bit.
Well, I know you can’t work in fast food all your life She craved the perfect martini. Continue Reading →
Viva la resolution! I received this e-mail from George Sanger today, aka The Fat Man. Continue Reading →
You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals I’m driving home from No Exit and chatting Valerie on the cell phone. Continue Reading →
