At the Hotel Monticello

THE HOTEL MONTICELLO, a little joint at one of many crossroads in time and space. Those that hang out there are an odd lot - an old woman who plays a sad crying violin; a time traveling gangster blues pianist and his blues singing whore; a gay couple fresh out of the big house; the mysterious young woman who wears a Venetian mask; a writer chased across time and space by her own creations; the two-bit hood come to make a buck at the expense of a well-known politician; and a small assortment of other down on their luck characters. And the occasional demon that shows up from time to time to entertain themselves at the expense of the hotel clientele, inflicting hideous unimaginable pain and horror on each of them until finally, in the end, there’s no one left.