Louis C.K. Oh My God: In February, 2013, Louis brings his impish nihilism to Phoenix, Arizona. He talks about an old lady and her pet, living in Manhattan, experiencing his
body’s aging (he’s 45), men’s fascination with women’s breasts, the beauty of living outside the food chain, his quickness to anger while driving, and murder. It’s theater in the
round, so he’s in constant motion, a grin nearly always on his face.
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