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