Last month, my friend Tobi Watson organized a group of folks to attend Buntport‘s MOBY DICK. We arrived en masse and found our group would need to split up. I found an empty chair next to a man I recognized as having attended DEAD MAN’S CELL PHONE at Curious the night previously.
It’s not unheard of to see the same people out at the theatre two nights in a row. But those die-hard audience members are nearly always people I know. This man was new to me. So I introduced myself.
John – whose…
