The last time we spoke, I was headed to see David Sedaris live at the Ace Theatre. The venue is one of my favorites, it was built in the 1920s and feels like a gothic cathedral. At any moment, I expect a pipe organ to start up and a reformatted pagan ceremony to begin. But instead, howls of laughter bounced off the ornate walls, the purple stage lights …
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