i'd like your attention please

some of my towels still smell like stella

was at this delightful place called the “donut pub” earlier and a magician they hired approached me as i was about to leave with my donuts. he said verbatim, “if you had just been here five minutes ago, you would have witnessed some mind blowing magic.” although I expressed no remorse, he insisted on having another show just for me. Touched by the gesture, but also having nowhere else to be at the moment, I stayed to witness his powers. For the next fifteen minutes, he took me on a journey with his magic. Although a mediocre magician with all but novel tricks to boast, his enthusiasm was unparalleled by any act of the genre I had ever witnessed. possessing a smile that eclipsed his performance, his sincerity was precious to say the very least. After I thanked him for the show, he handed me his card and told me things had been rough since Channing Tatum “stole his thunder.” I didn’t really understand until I took a look at the card. His name is Magic Mike. 

What do I do with my life now