Lars Jan

Lars Jan is a plain-clothes artist working the bridge and tunnel crowd over dinner theatre and an artesian well. He’s open to ceremony, but not the kind Dito is thinking of at this very moment. He is to racketeering as Jean Cocteau is to Twitter. He live streams in his down time to monitors backstage at baking competitions and he never met a marmot he liked at twenty paces or less. His work has been seen at some places, but will be forgotten, like everything else, very soon. He hasn’t done enough by any standard, and that’s not even counting breakfast. He is probably the father of Esme Jan.