Final show at the Belt was a rager.

Alright for those of you who missed the big last show at the Belt: There were lots of loose guys and gals there and you could've gotten laid. Plus, the show was ridiculous and a good time was had by all. In a rare display of variety Jimmy was the Dad, Stephen the Mom, and I the lone boy-child. The Dad went on what I can only call a metaphysical journey of the mind and self-destructive realization in which a demented Stephen fingered himself to exhaustion. Curiosity peaked yet? The Mom started as a coach for a young latina/disabled gymnast team which turned out to be an underage prostitution ring. Then, the son had an imaginary coyote-friend embodied in his right hand (it made him burn down city-hall before being exorcised...or was it?). My favorite part of the night came when I found out that while I played a somewhat naive deaf latina who felt sound vibrations through her sensitive buttocks there was an actual deaf woman in the audience, I assume sitting in silence(wink). So as you can see the Belt has been restocked with horrid psychic residue just in time for the deep fat fry-o-laters to move in.
Where to next for our intrepid players? That remains to be seen. Perhaps you have an idea. Let us know. Stephen continues to perform off-Broadway with awesome 80's Prom. Jimmy just had his debut as a genius musical writer in Raw Impressions' most recent incarnation. You can see me next Thurs. in The Ang Show, a live talk show at the Deitch art space in Williamsburg. Ooh, ooh I forgot!...Jimmy and Stephen will be in a short film premiering in the short film slam at the Pioneer Theater this Sunday at 5pm. Vote for them to win.
See you soon
JohnG

Don't forget the big ass show tomorrow night at the Belt!