Take me away
It's dark and I am closing up the theater tonight. I love the smells, the silence, the ghosts, the echoes of shows past and the anticipation of shows to come. I make one last pass through the building to make sure all the lights are off. I grab my bag, my coat, and fish out my keys so I can lock the door and get into my car. I step out the door, lock it and start across the parking lot. It's late, it's dark, and per Washi...