Above a Liquor Store, Center of the World

We totally immersed ourselves in the fountain of creativity that is the Abbie Hoffman Died for Your Sins Fest.  If you commit enough time to the weekend fest, you will find yourself glued to a theater seat at 4:00 a.m. riding a buzz of madness and cool...

Lots of little moments of wonder.  Lots of laughter.  Some tears too.  It's all just so human.  The individual efforts are swallowed up into the larger frame of one show, after another show, after another show. At some point the concepts of "good" and "bad" don't even matter any more.

It's all just part of an amazing spectacle... you want to experience it all... and you do... it's inspiring and numbing too... and there is nothing like it...

Even little miracles happen.  An improvised, on the spot, cold reading blows you away on a Sunday afternoon.  One young actor reading from a script in an in the moment, Irish brogue.  And it hits on all levels and renews your faith in the whole creative endeavor... and the tears well up too...

Nothing like it anywhere else in the world... a little black box theater up above a liquor store, the center of the world...