STAND UP

After reading Kafka’s Hunger Artist,
I thought about becoming a stand-up comedian.
When I told my wife I was thinking of
putting together a comedy routine about
my sex life, she said, “That won’t
take long.”

Last night I looked in the mirror and saw
a haggard old man with wrinkled skin and
bags under his eyes. I called out to my wife,
“Maria, I’m feeling terrible. Help me out.
I need validation. I’m falling apart.”

“Well,” she said, “your eyesight is still ok.”