They laughed. They cried. They used the "F" word. They wore funny wigs... and we were there
You swore you'd never watch a hemophiliac raise the spirit of a dead cat again. And then the Fringe Festival returned.
You scrubbed radioactive toilets. You fleeced tots at carnivals. You ground the beaks off baby birds. You sent City Pages your summer job stories--and we didn't even give you minimum wage in return.