Tuesday at Antlers

Jokes, and No Jokes

It was mildew.

When he bent to see if it was mildew and not a shadow he slipped. Not some catastrophic fall, just a shiver, a momentary loss of balance but when he reacted and shifted his weight it felt like he pulled a hamstring.

Better a hamstring than a head, a hip.

Hurt like a cigar burn after sobering up from a divorce party though.

Fred Lifford turned off the shower.

Turned it back on, let warm water blast him in the face one more time.

Stay home Freddy.

He toweled off and looked at the mildew between the shower tiles.

Stay home and do what, scrub the shower?

Today was Tuesday.

Open Mic at Antlers.

Telling jokes under the big moose trophy with the bow tie.

Most of the comics were younger than his kid.

He did jokes about his kid, the heroin junkie.

Told the crowd he found out his kid was sharing needles, so he just told people his kid played Bleach Volleyball.

Took people a minute.

The pain jumped up his leg.