Tonight's Episode: Who's Buried in Grant's Tomb
In my exceptionally brief tenure with Agatha’s: A Taste of Mystery I convinced them to experiment with the theories of Antonin Artaud by attempting Dinner Theatre of Cruelty.
We'd present between-courses scenes of brutal gestures and searing physical honesty. To heighten the scorched-earth aesthetic of an art stripped of artifice in a world with a posthumous God, I’d solve infuriatingly obvious mysteries as detective “No Shit” Sherlock.
Soon after they relocated.