Tragedy and Comedy

Tragedy and Comedy are at a bar, drinking. Drunken and slurred, Tragedy looks to comedy and says:

“I don’t get it. Everybody loves you. And you’re only here because of me you know. I’m the reality. You’re just an escape. I’m the sad truth; you’re swinging dicks and man-eating vaginas. I’m a pair of hell-bent debt collectors who won’t take no for an answer. I kill your wife and children and make you watch before I kill you and burn your house down. You show up after and dump one single bottle of water on it and shrug like you tried your best, then you skip away and trip and fall on your dumb fucking face. I’m Hamlet and you are ham. I twist the knife in your side, an honest portrayal of a sick twisted world; you give titty twisters. Nobody fucking loves me.”

Comedy takes one more sip of his and looks long and hard at his drinking partner before replying.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

-J.P.