The Crime Isn't in Napping, It's in Napping Indiscreetly
BreatheRight keeps you snoozing soundly without leaving the auditory evidence in your wake, promises CBGrey/Paris in "Theatre."
In the piece, a man snoozes quietly in a packed audience. Meanwhile, onstage, some melodramatic Vagina Monologues-meets-beat-poet stuff folds brains into various shapes of comatose.
Nice that Napping Ned is considerate, but that's gotta be one hell of an expensive siesta.
