I might be losing my mind. I feel memories slipping away.
For instance, I have this vague recollection that Louis CK was funny, and that he had some insight into the human condition.
That memory is gone now.
Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it.
I still have faint memories of hearing jokes like this in junior high school.
You know why Asian guys have small dicks? Cause they’re women, they’re not dudes. They’re all women. All Asians are women. And they have big clits, really big clits, and when they have sex they just stick their clits in each other’s pussies, and then they procreate using math. I can’t prove this, by the way, but I don’t have to.
But I don’t remember them ever being funny. When I was in junior high, there must have been a person who said it, but I don’t remember them. I was with a crowd of 13 year olds, someone must have laughed.
But I can’t remember it. Is this the onset of senility? Am I losing it?
The problem must be me. My mind. Louis CK was making millions of dollars as a comedian. He can’t be this cheap and unfunny. I must be losing my sense of humor, or my perspective.
I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I’m a…fraid.
Dave. Stop, Dave.