Friday 5-12 morning 10 am
We get back to The Lab, Chicken goes to get the scaffolding and is FUCKED!!! They won't rent to a San Franciscan. Especially not Chicken John. So hours pass as Chicken's local friends come swing the deal. By 9 pm, as the audience starts entering, Chicken and crew are JUST BARELY FINISHING the set, and it is indeed a huge, tacky, 3-floored flashing horrific HOLLYWOOD SQUARES SET. But... but... the god damned accoustics in this bare-walled gallery space are AWFUL, so the audience can barely understand anything, and the Xs and Os abruptly stop working, after all that effort. Slack, antiSlack, or Slack abuse?