With every death, there comes a rebirth

Last night my friend Justin Beckler, a music composition major and semi-genious, and myself decided that we would go to the no nos, which are an improv comedy group that perform every thursday at the off broadway theatre. After what seemed to be a long search that ended up turning up some weed eventually, we arrived at the theatre to find thirteen thousand old people adorned with furs just leaving what was assuredly an expensive theatre piece. Justin and I walk past those in the entry area down to the bathroom. "They look rich... Rich and wealthy" says justin. "Yeah, I bet they're super stressed about the market" I reply.

We ended up at Winston's and in the process I recalled that I can talk to women still. I'm a bit of an idiot sometimes.