The effects of a practical joke by this douchebag still linger.
The anxiety of trying to put my house in order, literally and figuratively, sucks enough. I knew when I started making plans that I had months of work ahead of me.
But, every single time I go to a comedy club in Boston now, someone asks if I’m back in town, or if I’m moving or why haven’t I moved yet.
The answer is I never said I was leaving instantly. But that dinkweed did.
Well, we can still hope.
And you’re still not funny.
For the record, I meant douchebag as a term of endearment.
The best thing about the anonymous comment above is it is identified back to a Nigerian IP address.
So, some pussy who I may even know bothered to (a) read my bullshit, (b) decided to comment and (c) went to the trouble of cloaking his identity to insult me. And the insult doesn’t really make any sense.
“Still hope” I guess refers to my leaving, which I am doing. Maybe the hope was for the past not the future?
Assuming it’s someone from Boston comedy (because of the devastating wit of “you’re still not funny”), thank fucking God that when I go, there will be one last fuckwad in my life.