Imagine a dream where dozens of people dress like Pee-wee Herman, some decidedly punk about it, and run through the streets shouting the maestro's lines. To set the mood, here are some of those lines: "I'm trying to use the phone!" "I know you are but what am I?" "Good morning, Mr. Breakfast," and the exquisite "You don't want to get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." You've probably figured this out: That dream happens today. In a benefit for St. James Infirmary and the Center for Sex and Culture, the Drunken... More >>>