Cirque Du Filet, Part Too

Things got, you know, really exciting when the beats dropped. Xylophone style.


Leo Hwang, poet and husband to my 9th grade English teacher. Because yeah, that's not weird at all.


The Unnamed Comedian.


It was at this point in the evening that my and Liz's drinks ran out and the art began taking a turn for the worse. As soon as I saw this man's badly proportioned forehead spring from my pen I knew it was time to take drastic measures, i.e. badgering everyone in earshot to buy us beer. Thank you, Rob Murphy and John Peter, who actually did buy us beer.


Also, yeah. This guy was a jerk. Don't touch my friends. That's almost as bad as touching my fish.

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