The Long Night

So a couple weeks ago I watched 3 Kevin Hart specials and started thinking that maybe I should find a comedy club with an open mic night. Of course that means having to go into the city to find one, preferably one that doesn't cost much to get into. That's how Kevin Hart got discovered, he showed up at a comedy club and became a regular thing. Plus, he tells personal stories, well most comedians probably tell personal stories. It's just, that's one of the ways I like to make people laugh. Tell stories. Of course I embellish to the point where it's not so accurate anymore, but that's besides the point. The point is, I know how to entertain a crowd if I must. I've been wanting to tell one to her, but I can't break the silence. It's up to her if she wants to come back. I just feel like saying Hey at two in the morning. I used to always talk to her late at night, when I couldn't sleep. Of course she'd be asking why I chose to bother her, which I wouldn't have any real reason. I have so many stories I could use that I'd expect to make her laugh, but they stay with me for now.