FORTY TWO
Mac Watson and I watched the show together,
then went to Gandhi Café on Bleecker Street, an
inexpensive Indian restaurant near the theater that he,
a vegetarian, favors.
When Danny directed this show he and the
playwright clashed endlessly during the transition
after I picked it up and moved it from a ninety-nine
seat showcase at Theater for the New City in the East
Village to its current home. In the end, though, the
two artists each developed a great deal of respect
for the other’s talent. It was the first time Mac and I
spoke since Danny’s murder.