“I bought my tats on credit. I mean, what are they gonna do if they wanna take ‘em back!?” I used to say. That was a joke of mine for a long time. Yeah, got a lotta laughs out of that one. Lotta laughs.

I don’t joke about it anymore. Maybe because I no longer think it’s funny. Maybe because I no longer make jokes. Guess nowadays I don’t like being the guy working the room for gags – too much pressure.

Actually, I don’t say anything much anymore. Sometimes it’s like the jokes were the only conversation I had. Jokes and tats – now I don’t have either.

Libby King

Originally from Australia, Libby writes fiction and essays from her home on Vancouver Island, Canada. She has works in For Books' Sake, Trebuchet and is forthcoming in Prairie Fire.

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