Last night I did my second 3:30am after-prom comedy show.
(You might call it my sophomore prom performance, if I only do four and each represents a year of high school.
But why would you or I do this or that?*)
This one was definitely better than the first one I did.
(Which wouldn't have taken much, but actually did give lots more than much.**)
So, future me is winning the war against past me.
(Where the battleground is a minefield of potentially unhappy students who could explode at any moment. Or fall asleep.)
And that's the way you want it...
When your future fights your past, you want the future to kick ass.
(It's a rhyme that sounds logical, so it MUST be true.)
* I know, I'm the one that brought it up.
(It's what I do. Bring things up and then smash them down.)
** Make sense much?
What I'm saying is, the show was good.
(Way better than my conveying of this message, in fact.)
(See also Promenada.)