In 1985, I was sent to a limestone cave in luxurious Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania, where I was made up for hours until I ended up covered with even more pustules and oozy shit than when I arrived. I played a zombie in George Romero's eagerly awaited tri-quel Day of the Dead.
Clip Job: an excerpt every day from the Voice archives. July 17, 1969, Vol. XIV, No. 40 Making Contact With Broadway Joe by Barbara Long The masses forever fend for themselves as best they can, and, forever elitists, young writers go straight to political leaders for that love and attentio ... More >>
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I LOVE it when someone comes up to me at a club or a party and introduces himself with something like "Hi, Michael, I'm Larry. I met you two years ago at the S&M festival. I was the one in the harness who begged you to throw hard boiled eggs at my ass."