Storyteller Allen Johnson isn't to everyone's taste. His rhapsodies about boyhood violence, porno arcades, chronic drinking, and a nauseatingly cruel father
invite easy comparisons to Bukowski, but thankfully, Johnson is more humane
. Just when his dispatches from the id threaten to numb us, he shifts into a sweet, sad story about an angelic little girl unselfconsciously picking her nose or his boyhood self proudly giving a shoe-tying demonstration to a dead pigeon. (On the Boards, 100 W Roy St, 217-9888. Thurs–Sun at 8 pm, $18.