bcat

A fan of my show once came up to me after a gig complaining of shortness of breath and sharp abdominal pains. I laughed it off at first ... my feelings only dampened, until my performance last night. I had four elderly folk straight vomit or loose their bowels, as I moved downstage for the first time. A small white woman hurled her baby at me as an accidental reaction to not having anything with bigger teeth in her arms as ammo. I hurried off the stage trying to stop the onslaught of tears. However once I calmed down I realized that my fans have always been a sickly bunch, and I sat in the green room next to my oxygen tank with a hardy grimace across my face.

Oh yeah, the roaring twenties...great times, they were...