Tonight was David Dean Bottrell: The Death of Me Yet at Pangea in New York City’s East Village. The high-energy storyteller slapped himself, immediately capturing the audience’s attention and earning laughs. Bottrell began his one-man show consisting of a series of stories about his life that, while appearing to be individual, were, in the end, connected and universal.
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