Man walks into a bar… Chicago guy, he’s a filmmaker-producer-actor…. orders a Belgian tripel… stays a while… meets a girl… keeps coming back… has a Three Floyds seasonal… banters… writes two pages of notes… asks which Revolution’s on tap…. meets her sister…asks her how’s her improv… texts the money… casts her brother… stays a while longer… makes a film… has an even bigger hit… buys the bar… annnnd… sequel. (But with a little sex in it.)
Audience Choice: The daily frustrations of being an improv performer working at Groupon
