Donald Glover wakes up early to his radio alarm, the news is playing. 1.6 thousand people killed in the war. Then the weather. Better rug up, Glover, it’s gonna be a chilly 1.6 degrees today. He’s 1.6 minutes late for work, but nobody minds. A skywriter writes ONE POINT SIX DONALD GLOVER in the sky. The plane turns and starts to dive at Donald, swooping at him over and over in the middle of the street until he takes cover in a bin. This is every day for Donald Glover.