Hi.
People call me “Joker” and you should too.
As of late, I can laugh about my life. Gotta laugh to keep from going absolutely batshit insane. But this isn’t just about me.
I can’t tell you what I’m doing right now, you wouldn’t believe me. It’s far too fantastic to believe. Hell, I’m not sure if you’ll believe me even after I tell my story. But first, the basics.
I’m a twenty-nine year old Black-Filipino Steampunk fella. I have a weakness for peanut butter Oreos and blood pudding (only mom’s recipe).
I also watched my best friend die.
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“A-Ajax..? Ajax, a-are you okay?”
“No…”
“Ajax… Oh my god…”
“…fading…”
“God, please. Ajax, just… Just hold on, okay, just hold onto me.”
“Love you…”
“…bye…”
“Ajax… AJAX! GOD PLEASE, NO! Don’t go… Don’t go… Don’t leave me... please…”
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… It’s not a memory I like to visit often… But, since you’re SO curious…
It happened when I was twenty-three.
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The Then And Now of Despondency
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