We are shooting all night, probably until 6:30 A.M. When the fucking bar opens again.
I feel like I've got a speech to give in my AP U.S. History class in High School.
"I'll be fine, I read the books, I know all about the war of 1812, ask me anything"
"Ok Dan, what were the perceived British insults surrounding the Chesapeake Affair"
"Fuck I know that. But this is before the Internet, that was like 10 years ago. You had to go to the library and check the duey-decimal...Why am I rehearsing this?"
I'll post some pictures or something.
We don't need sleep, baby.
'Cuz we got talent.
