Nothing like a good breakup to set your head spinning, wondering what goddamn freeway to careen your drunk ass off of next. What's the quickest interstate out of Misery, 90042? Hurriedly, you check the show listings on LAist. Q and not U? No, they remind you of your ex. Spending $12 to see 'em would make you too poor to afford late night tacos, bullets or a decent obituary.
First thing's first: You go onto craigslist. You know it's gonna be a drag going in, but checking out the pictures makes you so nauseous and depressed you almost consider calling that friend with the heroin and asking her to come give you a lethal injection to put you out of your misery. But you know there's something's going on tonight, somewhere; you just have to find it.
So you call everyone you know, get 'em all down to the Little Joy, where you hustle some pool with the locals and mark up the bathroom with oblique ballpoint phrases of lost love.