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Like almost everything else that has been written by Dan Barry, this was amazing.
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On the stool to my right was a sweat-drenched comic named Sammy, talking about how he had killed that night; if this were true, humor had been the victim.

Among the other necessities, we packed pens and paper because I am naked without them. I have rustled through life with a notebook pressed against my chest and a pen bleeding in my pocket. They are the instruments I use to ease the low-grade panic born of the absurd sense that it is my mission to record moments. I chase stories with pen and paper the way a child chases fireflies with a glass jar and a hole-dappled lid.