I work at Theatre 80 sometimes when I need the bread. It’s a great place to work. Highly dysfuctional. It’s like working at Fawlty Towers. The Theatre used to be a Speakeasy during prohibition. My boss Lorcan, is larger than life and is obsessed with finding out the fate a a gangster and his moll that cleared out the safe in the basement. Don’t let him get started, he’ll bend you’re ear for hours with his fascinating detective work and he’ll sell you genuine Absinthe in Imported Belgian glasses to keep you anesthetized.
He founded the Museum of the American Gangster which is a truly fascinating collection of trivia and paraphernalia of the 1930’s underworld.
He works so hard to keep this struggling theatre going. I came into work the other day and he was flat out in the tavern. taking a nap. Nothing short of Baby Face Nelson’s Tommy Gun would have woken him up.