Went to the Laughing Post last night to see Tracy Morgan. It was painfully bad. I knew no good would come of it after he opened his act by mumbling "Suck my cock. You wanna suck my cock. Suck my cock." for two minutes straight. He did not seem to be present in the room with us but rather in a magical land in his brain where liquor flowed like water and all conversations led to "pussy." Terrible. It was a shame.
After the show Jane wanted to go immediately back to her car which was at Nick's house. Once we were there Nick wanted to go back out and so we said goodbye to Jane and we headed back downtown to Metro which turned out to be surprisingly pleasant. People just kept telling me they liked me. I love it when people tell me they like me. It makes me like them. Then Metro closed and we wound up following two random guys to one of Nick's friend's apartment. I don't know about those guys. By this time it was way past my bedtime though and shortly thereafter I was sleeping. The End.
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