You can measure a person's wit by the quality of choices he makes when he travels back in time. Smuggle an almanac and bet on sports events to get rich? Giant plot hole, mister. Once you start betting, outcomes change and the almanac you smuggled turns into a work of fiction. Plus it's boring.
What if you seduced Mata Hari before she flashed the firing squad, or sipped ayahuasca with Richard Spruce in 1851...what if you downed martinis with Ian Fleming at Goldeneye or sat with Robert Johnson at the crossroads and met the devil?
In that spirit of adventure, The Black Currents return to The Good Hurt on Wednesday, February 24th at midnight. Our west Los Angeles home.
Get in our pocket- and bring your future self.