June 10, 2003

It is I, Faustus. I have returned.

Yesterday was the reading of my concentration camp musical.

There is a lot of rewriting and fixing to be done, but when a quarter of the actors and half the audience are crying by the end of the show, you’re probably doing something right.

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7 Responses to It is I, Faustus. I

  1. josh says:

    yay for faustus! now call me so we can have (hotsex) lunch sometime! 😉


  2. Don’t you have a boyfriend?

  3. Joey says:

    Very Funny! Your a gay man after my own heart….plus…come on Bernadette…share the love baby!

  4. Akasha says:

    Yay! Welcome back.

  5. D.R. says:

    It was a fabulous show, and Faustus’s music was the best part of all. I spilled a bag of orange juice all over the floor, though.

  6. Buni says:

    Why were they crying?

    Surely the show wasn’t that bad?

  7. Wayne says:

    Does the show involve a lot of onion? Or tear gas?


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