SOB STORY

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In the late 1990s/early 2000s, we had the run of New York City venues. Those of us who worked regular day jobs used office printers to run off copies of chapbooks and gig flyers.

Another thing we did or did not do is use the office space for meetings and events after hours. I found a flyer for an event I never attended because I’m not the audience, so I have no idea if it was legit. As much as it was a time for performance art, it was also a time for lampooning performance art, so who knows which one this was.

WANTED:

STUNT CRYERS

We need a minyan of men to come cry as buffer for those who really need to let it all out.

Come cry for real, cry for fake—no one never know the difference.

We weep weekly.