my funniest tweet several limes
I stand in front of a crowd, lifeless, joyful, experienced, hopeful. The crowd sits beneath me, jealous, analyzing, contingent, patronizing. Each person holds a stone. Each mouth full of air. Every movement a tactful one. Every eye a watchful one. I take my soiled notebook of jokes. “Beans,” I say into the mic. One person stands up. He chucks the rock, hitting me in my spleen. The rest follow, and I am devoted by stone. 40
