Eddie Pepitone

I just want­ed to write about a chick who’s into the ocean, then I men­tioned hero­in, and you judged me, and I went on an apolo­getic at­tempt that be­came in­fest­ed with pol­i­tics, doubt, and a lack of cre­ative juice.

I asked if they would show me that this was in­deed real by do­ing a chore­o­graphed dance of some sort. Im­me­di­ate­ly, I was treat­ed to an in­cred­i­ble version of the Broad­way Hit Chica­go. The play was nev­er crisper or tighter or more brazen.