On a different reality I would tell you, next time call me, and at least we’ll talk nonsense through the night. Which if you ask me, those were the best hours on a different reality when I was so preoccupied with having a girlfriend that I spent all my weekend nights walking and talking with my friend E. being denied entrance at all the night clubs, and for some reason forgetting we were trying to get girlfriends and instead we would start talking about mountain bikes as we would walk through the night.
So next time, pretend we are on a different reality and call me, you talk to me about improv and I’ll tell you my woes about wishing success and a new private plane (hey, why stop at the RV if with a Gulfstream 650 you can have a girlfriend, I mean, an adventure- yeah, I’m completely pass girls now!- in every new airport!!!!)
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