Jonathan Berger is one of those artists you should see
at least once in your life
and at most every fucking day.
He’s a phenomenal writer
and performer
and drug dealer
though that’s probably best left for another article.

Berger performance at the Sidewalk Cafe
on September fourteenth, 2012
was a good one for him
but an incredible one for the audience
who heard him recite pieces on subjects as varied
as how lonely he is
how much he wants to date someone
and how much his chins seem to shake.

The audience laughed
at his witty lines
but secretly wept
at the aching beauty
of what he read
on September fourteenth.
They public was wowed by his poignancy
and swore to do what they could for him
as soon as they could.

I am no frequent consumer of live sex acts,
but
when the six adoring fans
came on stage to fellate Berger
there was something magical about his capacity to share
– and the size of his penis?
That’s best left for another article.

All in all, Jonathan Berger’s show
September fourteenth – tonight
that you are about to see –
was fantastic, fun, and fulfilling
nothing that I expected
and everything I could hope for.

You should pay double the ticket price.