Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Hansen got comps for Nick, Meador, Trupe, Young and I to tonight's Blackhawks game for his law firm's luxury box.
Trupe: Should we pretend to be clients of yours? If so, I say we're land barons.
Hansen: Please all be land barons and wear silk cravats and ruby stick pins.
Me: I want to be a billionaire's son who keeps killing people but has the money to get away with it.
Trupe: Young can be the threatened, trembling accountant who has to cook the books but whose conscience is eating him alive.