George's stage career gets curiouser and curiouser:
first he's attending to man-eat-man action in Cannibal , now he's stoking fires in hell preparing to roast a screwshrew. Come summer, Dawn of The Evil Dead will probably have a west coast production and George might move up to playing an entree. If they ever bring Kafka to the stage, George is a shoo-in for the cockroach chorus!
I wonder what delight is planned for the Easter Season?
der Brucer