Justin’s been doing comedy for six years. Sort of. And writing plays. Sort of. And doing improv, and acting, and going to work, and just trying to survive, sort of.
And while he’s keeping the flesh vehicle he calls a body busy, his mind is finding purpose, or at least meaning, or at least direction in this ever expanding but shrinking mortal life exponentially approaching death as entropy infinitely delivers our universe into pointlessness, so maybe, just maybe, he can supplement the desire for true fulfilment for this momentary dopamine facade with 6 minutes of dick jokes on stage.
LAUGH GOD DAMN IT! LAUGH!