What I am to many of my
friends.
I get a
phone call from a friend who
informs me that
he or
she is in the
doldrums and can use some
cheering up. I
launch into some
absurdist,
bizarre monologue that gets said friend
laughing. Usually after twenty-five to thirty
minutes, I am thanked for my
services. "No
problem," I reply. "I am your
humor whore, after all."
And the phone call is
complete.