I am still not funny. I am not exactly sure what happened.
A sometime reader of this sometime blog has said repeatedly that I should make some kind of effort into going into stand-up comedy. Since I am not really into making efforts, this never materialized. This week however, I steeled myself up and did a stand-up routine at a local club. It was edgy stuff. However there was very little applause and laughter and too many shouts of "put your pants back on" and "get the hell out of my funeral home".
I hired a private investigator. He was cheap, but he didn't get the job done. Really, he just kidnapped my dog. That's funny, of course, but not really "ha ha" funny. Even throwing a pie at his face failed to put much levity into the sight of his dismembered body. As a side note, there's a world of things a truck load of migrant workers can do with a box of machettes.
It seems hopeless. If you see my sense of humor, please mail it to me post-haste. In the mean time, I have had the good fortune to procure the name of dealer of "X-RAY specs". I feel as though x-ray vision may be some compensation for being less funny.
-Miguel Sanchez 12:35 EST |