Jesters and Token Jokesters

“I’m not the hero,” he said aloud at rewinding through the condensed movie that was the past two years of his life.

Was it humbling or humiliating that in one’s own life you are not the hero, but instead, nothing more than the one dimensional comic relief, the easily forgotten or mostly ignored piece of living scenery good for only the same handful of tired jokes no one heard; the court jester when one should be king but for a lack of gumption.


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Couch potato, burrito aficionado, whiskey sour drinker, handyman, writer of interesting things.

Posted on May 22, 2011, in Fiction, Fragments and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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