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. . . a time before Jimmy Carter took the oath of presidential office, before anyone had ever heard of Star Wars, just a brief moment after the dinosaurs became extinct, there was a man named Jerome.
was at that time lately returned to the land of Little Bohemia from travels in the East. There he had seen and learned many things from the lofty masters of finance, and had prospered.
the experience left him cold, and with an overwhelming urge to empty his pockets and refill his soul, he turned his back on the sultans of the East and came to Little Bohemia.
e had a rare wit, a canny intelligence and the astonishing ability to drink three gallons of coffee before the stroke of noon. He was a master of poetry and prose, of music and myth, and with these skills he crafted from a motley band of assorted talents the
(Or alternately, The Micro Psychotic Theatric Ensemble)
nto this merry band of musicians, writers, dancers and assorted other artistes, Scheherazade (barely old enough to drive) was gladly pulled. It would change her life forever.