Victory!

Every young man needs a challenge.

Today: sold six thousand dollars worth of bicycle, followed by some one-step-back style questioning of the theatre (macro and micro) resulting in a freshly decent performance. Follow with Maker’s and a bar with the cast. At the bar, some pool (some of which I’m fairly sure I lost, possibly to Dick Cheney’s vietnam-era assassin doppleganger minus seventy pounds [yes, I am going to have bad dreams] but my memory is of pure, untainted victory), male bonding, and some bonus time with a really pretty and charming stranger. Really pretty. And really charming. (Photo booth was involved. God bless the damn photo booth.)

I’ve said before: May is my month.

I maybe have never felt so much in my life as if I am In My Twenties as today. And it’s totally fucking awesome.

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