Beckett, Beckett, Beckett. First, a disco party then a Valentine’s Day Soiree and now, More Pricks than Kicks! The details of a Beckett reading all follow a similar pattern: a signature mouthful of customized cocktails—this time a Prick, a variety of talent, and the most dynamic readers of their craft he can find. We were regaled by the BJ how to guide of prison gals among other classy features. There also seemed to be some sort of soccer pseudo celebrity hawking his book at the last affair this time around. Alls fair in love and war (and sales apparently.) I wonder if that fella will also become a fixture of the scene. If anything, we'll have a second doormat to stand on ;) Until next time!
