Your student loans are not getting smaller,
If the country isn’t on fire, it’s flooded,
Baby Boomers ruined everything,
Your boss sucks,
You’ll never own a house,
All the fish you eat is full of plastic,
If we can’t put a baby in a cage at the border, we’ll pepper spray it instead,
Your partner dumped you,
And now some asshole just cut you off at 60MPH and you just
LET. IT. LOOSE.
That blood curdling scream that starts from the bottom of your lungs and vibrates your ears and splits your lip is therapeutic. You needed it. You deserve it. That harmonious synchronization of your loudest booming voice with the the blare of the horn is just what the doctor ordered. You feel better. It’ll be OK.
But lately, you’ve been thinking, I don’t really need this car. I live in the city. I walk, ride or take a Lyft to everything. I should stop paying Ford half a month’s rent for this thing. But – WHERE WILL I SCREAM?
We’ve got some ideas that are better than your pillow. Check out the shows that will get you through the winter, and where you can scream at the top of your lungs, and just stop holding it all in so damn much, with all your friends: