Laugh Killer Laugh Page #2

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for a few shots of vodka, his hands

would shake and he'd start to feel sick.

And he'd become as manic

as a mental patient.

But what are you gonna do?

Everybody's got their cross...

Dominic was a drunk and would always

be a drunk, but he was okay with that.

He was the heartbreakingly tragic figure

he always wanted to be,

but with an abdominal sense of human that

made him borderline heroic in his own mind.

He was destined to crash and burn. But

it was gonna be epic, if not entertaining.

He had already come

close to cashing in once.

Couple of winters back, he was found passed

out in his boxer shorts in the boulevard

during a failed attempt

to get to a liquor store.

He spent the next five weeks

in the hospital.

Initially, the doctors didn't give him much

of a chance. Dominic's liver was shot.

He was completely yellow with jaundice.

His skin was yellow.

The whites of his eyes were yellow, if he

had been wearing a top hat and a monocle,

he could've passed for Mr. Peanut,

but somehow he survived.

Supposedly, the liver is a highly

regenerative organ, or so they told him.

The doctors lectured Dominic about how

he was being given a second chance to live

and how he needed to make

some serious lifestyle changes...

Alright, thank you, thank you, Bradford.

Anybody have any questions

for Bradford, class?

- Yes, Ackley?

- It didn't do anything for me.

- Okay, okay...

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- If that's what you felt, that's okay.

- Didn't do, yeah, I'm sorry.

- Okay, no, if that's how you felt...

- Just...

Yeah, I just feel like

it just lacked emotion.

- Yes, Jackie?

- I have something, Mr. Benson.

- Okay, Jackie, go ahead.

- Okay.

Alright.

- Alright, Jackie, go ahead.

- Okay, okay. Sorry, okay.

He never stayed long. Never.

He liked Rosemary's company,

but always seemed to be in a hurry,

like if he had a duel life or something.

But Rosemary didn't mind. She was lonely.

And lonely women cry at night.

Rosemary got sick of it.

That's why she wore her fancy bottle

of perfume and best dress.

She wanted him to caress her

like a mink coat.

But it didn't happen this time.

Rosemary wept after he left.

She thought about swallowing that whole

bottle of pills, but decided not to.

She didn't want any man thinking

someone killed themselves for him.

Rosemary, instead, painted

a horizon on a canvas.

It seemed brighter than her future.

- You alright, Jackie?

- Yeah, no, I just get nervous sometimes.

Okay, what do you call this story?

Oh, God. I guess I would call it...

"The girl in apartment 3J".

Alright, does anybody have

any questions for Jackie?

- Yes, Ackley?

- Yes, I was wondering how long

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