I’m a Jokerman!
A short story
Heavy jokes are everything to me.
Me and my buds have a terribly dark sense of humor, like a 90’s surrealistic sitcom reality, where anything goes.
We are never racist or homophobic if that’s what you think dark humor is, but we tend to look at life as a big old joke.
If there’s a God, he shares the same amount of humoristic personality as the best comics in the game, and for him, our lives are nothing short of comical.
Our latest joke is about my best friend's dad's death. He was sixteen and making loads of bucks trading at the market, using his dad's social security number. And then, as of his death, he not only lost the social security to use on trade, he had to spend all the money on his funeral. Not long after spending half his earnings on a massage bed for his father months before, that he never got to use. And that’s how God finds his amusement.
Myself to be included as the gay Christian man that converted his own crush to celibate years before coming out and finding himself in love for him. And now, God is clapping his hands as in a sitcom live audience right on cue.
Of course, we are joking when we say that God is joking. He is not a Jorkerman. We are! But joking about life is the best way some of us can find to cope with our small tragedies, drama, and big losses. Even if it means making jokes about ourselves that other people could find offensive. That’s what a jokester is all about.