somebody needs to throw a god damn boot at Mr. Mistoffelees illusions screw this jellical distraction this is not quiet, small nor should one anthropomorphize a pissant cat prancing about a stage you don't know what theater is I am telling the director, who is not there fuck your memories! there is no fire, it is a cop out, a fake something to cry in a theater that needs emptying as they escort me to the door threatening legal action I go to Charlie's and order a pint of rye it tastes good