The Road West
After a year’s absence, I return to Rat Sass and the theatrosphere only in trepidation. With good reason I suppose. I have barely put my toe in the water and already Collide Flinch labels me mentally unstable. (It’s so tempting to get into pots and kettles, tits for tats, with theatrosphere’s reigning Queen of Hysteria, but I digress.) The contrary persona of Rat Sass that I developed through my interactions in the theatroshpere may, just may, have run its course.  …