“To be or not to be,” said Joji Fak, leaning over the fire in the back alley burn barrel so it nearly singed his bushy black beard. “And by not, I mean I’ll blow the living fuzz outta you with my hot pink machine gun, ya dopes.” Two of the guys around the barrel laughed out loud, and three others grinned big grins in the firelight. Joji’s one-man performance of the classic play Hamlet was every bit the smash hit he’d expected. “I just love Shakespeare’s dialogue.” Rotten Robin, a stooped and haggard crone on the fringe of the little…

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