To tap into Mr Prillaman's mind is a dangerous undertaking, for he will take you on a wild ride with so many bizarre twists and turns you won't know where you are, or where you're going.
Such is the case in IN THE SLUSH. You think you know where this is going, then BAM you're wrong. No spoilers here, suffice to say this is Prime Prillaman, so get on a read this, better still, produce it....if you dare.
Brilliant!

What a pleasure to meet such likable, witty characters, to enjoy spending time with them...and then have every expectation subverted, reversed, and cold-cocked so thrillingly. Prillaman again proves himself a master of escalating suspense and horror, but also of humanity: as huge as the scope of this story gets, it never loses focus on its living, breathing, suffering, hoping, loving, deeply screwed-up people. IN THE SLUSH is something you rarely see: a pitch black shocker with immense heart.

If Lovecraft were a feminist/not a dick, he would have loved this play. IN THE SLUSH defies categorization: a hilarious existentialist cosmic-horror-thriller with mind-bending twists and slam-poetry sequences that are equal parts absurd and profound. The rules of storytelling are effectively subverted again and again, evidencing a mastery of and irreverence for narrative convention. With themes of female rage, bodily autonomy, nihilism and free will, SLUSH is Prillaman at the top of his game.