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He’s Up There
It was a 1 and 1/2 purchase fly gallery. An old cinema, renovated. There was four feet of air between the flyrail and the proscenium arch. Thirty five feet to the deck. A gymnastic could swing back and forth without the first care of his body meeting the boards. The correct way to access the…
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The Loser, the Witch, and the Waiter
Was I really being dragged into a setup? By a waitress I had only met twice, maybe three times? Yes. I was. I wasn’t so much being dragged into it as I was allowing myself to be led into it. I could have gotten up and left the restaurant. Leigh and Dakota were done eating,…
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I Don’t Even Know His Name
His stride slowed as he passed the opening made by the roll-up door on stage right. He walked with distinctive confidence. A dangerous confidence. I followed a long line made by very good shoes and strong legs past a belt that probably cost more than my car. His shoulders were broad, and nothing he wore…
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