Jerry vs the Haligonian drunkard
on the joy of harnessing hatred
The final opening act had barely left the stage. The lights went dark for a moment.
Out he came.
He pranced out without an introduction.
He’s why we were there.
Does a guy like Jerry need an introduction?
Maybe King Big Ears Mc Sausagefingers would need an introduction.
He’s an old, ugly, inbred man with no real purpose other than to provide fodder for mockery.
Sure, he’s the king of a tiny little island somewhere, but Jerry?
He’s the greatest living, working clown.
He calls himself a stand up
I call him a clown.
He thinks we’re colleagues.
We serve the same function and play with the same forces.
Not all clowns wear funny suits Jerry.
We all have something a little bit off about ourselves.
Jerry is a nasty piece of work.
He’s also joyful and loving.
Both at once.
Both were on display at the same time last night.
The show was outside - not ideal for stand up. The laughs don’t bounce off the walls. The ghosts don’t come to help.
There were about ten tho…