Their seats seemed too far back. Several were available a few rows forward, but Rock wasn't sure which stage the comedians would use. There was another, much smaller one behind him, with heavy curtains drawn around it. "Are we looking the right way?" he asked his guest Kurt Wagner, a friend he had known since high school, forty years earlier.
"Hell, I don't know," Kurt said. "Your guess is as good as mine."
It was clear Kurt couldn't care less. He seemed much more enamored than Rock by the overweight, middle-aged African-American women who had managed to find seats on their row.
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