davis. he recounts his experience at the front of the house chamber on january 6. rep. davis: i was one of the four tellers that was tasked with reading the results from each state, sitting in front of the vice president and also the speaker of the house. this had been a pretty perfunctory operation when i've been witnessing it before as a member of congress. we knew this one was going to be a little more popular to watch, but at the same time, i didn't think we would see what we saw that day. >> you are one of the tellers, and it what point do you realize , something is going on outside the chamber doors? rep. davis: well, earlier in the day i just anticipated being on the floor for a very long time. i remember being over and rayburn and i was grabbing a quick bite to eat at the subway shop that is in the basement. i'm like, i better go ahead and get two sandwiches so i don't come back here in -- i can come back later during the debate any the other one for dinner. i got those two sandwiche

my drama teacher was robbie davis. when he heard my voice, he was like, you're trying out tomorrow for my one-act play. i'm like, man, i don't think that's my thing. he said i don't care if it's your thing or not, i'll see you after school. >> but the 45-year-old's road from that stage to the ones he now plays at sold-out stadiums across the country has been marked by milestones of personal tragedy. >> you won't know it, but i do. >> luke was 20 years old and headed to nashville the very next morning when his world suddenly stopped one night in the fall of 1996. his older brother, chris, luke's best friend and biggest fan, was killed in a car accident. >> when chris passed away, it was devastating because no one was more fired up about me going to nashville than him. >> luke stayed home with his grieving family, went to college, and settled in to life in leesburg, working for his father. but one day luke's dad told him it was time to take his guitar and leave. >> i remember the color of the sky the day we were riding i

, all part of a ragtag team sent in by tough—as—nails viola davis to do battle with project starfish, a project that does exactly what it says on the tin. really. uh-huh. written and directed byjames gunn, the suicide squad is notable primarily for the fact that sylvester stallone voicing a talking shark doesn't even come close to being the most bonkers thing on screen. hand! yes, that is your hand. very good. we're all going to die. i hope so. well, this is a world in which a giant weasel is just another passenger on the plane and polka—dot man, a character who shoots polka—dots and whom gunn himself called the dumbest dc character of all time, gets ample tragicomic screen time. the result is a huge splurge of post—deadpool sweary splatter, in which limbs and logic get rent asunder and everything gets turned up to eleventy—stupid. starfish is a slang term for a butthole. think there's any connection? no. it's kind of fun in a shambolic, post—howard the duck way, and it's definitely better than suicide squad, without the the, although that's kind of like saying it's definite