tonight was city, elsewhere's giant public imaginary game.
the new resident Annie ran a mystery bakery that crescendo-ed with a maple-bacon cake. Shalin ran his FitsLikeAGlove photobooth that Mary, Steph-o, and I took full advantage of.
i was a hairdresser. after the first client it became apparent that restraints would be necessary to ensure my total artistic control. the last fellow walked away with a clock shaved into the back of his head.