A murder-mystery serial-comedy with gratuitous sex and violence and a cliffhanger ending every 10 minutes. Larry Fingers and his cigar-chomping, gun-toting protégé Spike are about to hit the big-time. But will their budding music career survive the spectre of scandal raised by the Lycanthrope from Larry's occult past? Larry's not saying. But hotel detective (and erotic novelist) Dick Piston means to find some answers. Even if he has to write it himself. About the playwright: "A depraved playwright." -Denver Post "A smarty-pants theater cult-god." -Northern California Bohemian "It's easy to see why some might call Jeff Goode 'anti-Christ.'" -Arizona Daily Star "Playwright Goode is a witty wordsmith." -Beacon Journal (Akron) About the plays: "... LARRY AND THE WEREWOLF, a deliriously sophomoric noir-and-monster movie spoof and an ideal piece of anarchic summer escapism ... The serialized detective story ... is a series of blissfully un-suspenseful interludes rife with bad accents, cheap lighting effects and the requisite supply of sidelong glances, the portentous sort that implicate every character, even the dead ones. Blood splatters, bodies fall ... The author, Jeff Goode ... seem[s] to understand the audience's tolerance for goofiness laced with gore ..." -Peter Marks, The New York Times