Can we trade? A blow job for a blow dry?

You could be having an okay night, and then, bam, 5 AM rolls around. One call, kicking all that dread back to the surface. Those bottled emotions, shaken up, and the cap opens, letting it rush to the top in one fluid motion. At the end of the day, you want to sleep, but can’t, just knowing in a few hours you got to do it all over again.

I graduated high school and immediately celebrated by watching Tom Cruise do slow-mo karate in sunglasses. Could’ve gone to a party, could’ve gotten laid. Twenty-five years later, I had the same sexy options and still picked this. Fate is a cruel, mocking thing.

John Travolta was good at his job, too bad being good at your job in a Brian De Palma movie means you’re about to have the worst week of your life.