Had to make this one while the big wolf comic is still in the shop (I’ve been tangled up in a few hot messes).

What’s the point of this comic? A lot of comedians are sad, and often it goes unattended because most people are afraid to lean on others. Some nights I go up sad, and I do great on stage. Some nights I feel like a million bucks, then I shit myself on stage (metaphorically). It’s bad to emotionally invest too much in your jokes while ignoring the existence of demographics and other variables because you’ll set yourself up for a fall if you don’t do so good. Especially if you’re the type to sulk in negativity. Hit or miss, the darkness never leaves you. You kind of just learn to live with it.

I’m usually pretty honest with my situation, but folks can’t tell when I’m doing a bit and when I’m not. I’m doing ok. I’d love to focus more on comedy, but not being born of wealth means I have to do ninja things to get by.

Most humans are planning on living forever while serving as units of energy for the old tribes’ human farm as they struggle to comprehend the universe. I’m over here ready for the next phase having exceeded my physical vessel’s monkey desires. Ooh ooh aah aah!

Remember folks: Taxation is thefttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.

See ya in 1-3 months or whatever.

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