That was a bad night; then again, The Car engendered many near-miss incidents, the kinds of things that are impossible to anticipate and plan for. Like when the taxi inspector from the city showed up just before "curtain" and almost shut the performance down--apparently our actor pretending to be a taxi driver didn't have a license to carry passengers. Or the numerous times that sex shop workers, or punters, or pimps, or prostitutes plying their wares outside of Sex World mistook our actress (who was doing a great job in the role of a prostitute waiting to be picked up by her john) for an actual prostitute. As we had intended, life and art collided in this show in a big way; not all of those collisions, however, were intentional. On reflection we had wildly succeeded in putting our point across about the intimacy of city life. I'm left to wonder what the experience was like for our unsuspecting audience who, placed in an entirely new context to experience performance, must have regarded every incident as just part of the show. Did they think we were making it all up?