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Othello has an Iron Jaw; or I kicked him in his Face

As I said: Vladimir was Iago, and John was Othello. I was so irritated with John because he had only shown up for one rehearsal. I was dreading the show because I was so sure he’d end up fucking it up because I thought he didn’t care. At the last dress rehearsal he was not… Continue reading Othello has an Iron Jaw; or I kicked him in his Face