The KC Fringe Festival is, among other things, a place where playwrights and theater artists can take big creative risks. The principal risk, of course, is that they simply fail. The three offerings I caught on the first day of the festival did, indeed, run the gamut. One was an unqualified success; another was a frustrating disappointment; and one invited a description left over from another era: trippy.
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