I am Racist.
…
I mean, my name is Racis T.
I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him.
Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that.
The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people.
I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing.
All in all, they were ignoring me.
Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker.
Though, I shouldn’t have done that.
One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage.
But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway.
All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all.
Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended.
Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway.
That was my dying wish.
Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out…
There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!
