An excerpt from the essay, Murder at Moose Lodge, in the recent Best Seller, “I’m OK, You’re a Pain in the Ass … a love story.”
For a time, I lived in San Francisco and performed with a theater company called, Murder, Inc. Our little troupe staged murder mysteries in restaurants, banquet halls, and fashionable homes along Pacific Heights. While waiters wearing comfortable shoes served gourmet dinners from silver platters, blood-spattered actors were discovered behind dessert carts or floating in toxic clam chowder -victims of random violence and dreadful acting..