volstead on wednesday was something else, i can tell you. the minute we walked in, someone came shining a bright light into my face asking for my identification. i had none so i was asked for a finger print and a signature (see last photo). little later a performer started argueing with a lady from the audience and ripped her blouse. it took me a while to figure out that she, too, was a performer and is in fact the lady with the lovely stickers on her breasts. after witnessing several scenes that were to lead to promiscuous sex, a strange man bit my hand so hard i woke up with a bruise from it today. quite possibly one of the sexiest things one can wake up with.
the whole of the blood-sucking extravaganza is below.