This world-premiere of a new play by Robert Crafford uses the bar play genre to introduce some raucous and raunchy patrons who use wit like a round-house punch.  But the bar is a former chapel and its mystical manifestations begin to unnerve even the most jaded of deadbeats.  Is the drip in the bathroom holy water or a leaky sewer pipe?  Is the blood that leaks from a patron's ears stigmata or a symptom of disease? To stir the pot even more, Crafford introduces cultural icons (heroic cowboy, stern mother superior, even Superman), explodes them, and leaves us to decide if we have seen a miracle or a hoax.