Hi Eric!

You are the <b>best</b> fire breather, magician, mc, all around performer I have ever met! It was such a pleasure to meet you, and see you perform!... SERIOUSLY! I know I toooootaly sound like a dork, but I am, so who cares!

HUGS!
Kat:)

Eric veers quickly between the amusing and amazing, the scary and the just plain weird. The proverbial crowd whore with a heart of gold, he once stole a twenty from a carnie, and called it a trick. I painted his buttcheeks purple last year on the playa, and I haven't been the same woman since.

Disturbing. Warm. Electric. Seedy. When he's good he's very good, and when he's bad he's terrifying. In a really comforting way. If the Devil showed up, Eric would buy him a drink and we'd all sit around playing cards and at the end of the night Eric would go home with a new pair of really nice red sharkskin pants.

Eric is like the little brother I never wanted, but was cursed with anyways. That said, I love the bugger...he'll charm the pants right off you, if you haven't first lost your pants to him in a poker game. He's a knight in shiny sharkskin, appearing in the midst of drunken partygoers, ready to rescue the needy from embarassing encounters, and all the while snapping photos with his digital camera...the better for blackmail at a later date. An evening with Eric Masters is time well spent!