found foot V

Here I was, only half-man, half-whatever, walking into a bar, and a guy yells out to me 'Let me tell you a joke.' I'm head down, slumped kinda, just wanted a whisky, and this guy yells out. I think: a guy walks into a bar, and a guy wants to tell him a joke, how good is this joke going to be, given that this guy is a stranger, and don't jokes require some kind of intimacy? And so I tell him, 'I don't like jokes' when in fact the truth is that I do like jokes, maybe more than the next guy, on account of my situation. And he yells out - something - but by then our moment had passed us, and the future shifted back to a unified field of ringing deafness.