The Fathomless Sleep Thursday July 1 1937. It is hot in Los Angeles as you sit in your seedy office in the Bunker Hill neighborhood. Smoke hangs in the air as you ponder where you will get the rent for the next month. You grind out a Fatima Cigarette in the overfull ashtray and slide open the bottom drawer. You reach for the bottle of cheap Scotch there, suddenly you hear the stairway door click shut and your hand moves from the bottle to the .38 snub nosed revolver. Your doorknob turns slowly and the door swings in... Runs about Three to five hours. Check it out here . Email me here to reserve your spot. This week will run up to six times this week only.
