The idea of a friendly catch-up, a ‘hey, how have you been’ is not strange to me. Though in the past few weeks, even I feel quite strange to me so I can’t really say.
‘A casual hey I’m in the neighbourhood, let’s meet’ turned into a spiralling down the wormhole that is me.
Enter into a dark, musty smoky room but before that woozily walk down an eerie path searching for the address. Turn left. Turn right. Swerve around the corner at the sights. There it looks familiar now.
You hear the barking first, a burst of rat-faced stubby dog circles frantic around you. A friend bent over a laptop another over a bowl of weed. The hostess welcomes you with the warmest smiles and the happiest Hi-s. Hugs go all around. ‘It’s been so long. Ah when was the last time.’ Good-natured affection passes all around.
You sit next to a guy who wouldn’t mind to fuck you. He inches closer and whispers a private joke or two. None make you laugh. All except a wry eyebrow ‘is that funny?’ lift, he gets from you. He huffs defensive and puffs with the funnies even more. Determined to make you laugh and like him even more.
The hostess hee-haws at the other guy in the room. Together they mumble. Together they giggle. The dog cuddles closer to you. You pet her, as you would any eager brown eyes that come your way. Her loving face an inch away from yours. Then she snaps and snarls. Hot breath and the miss of sharp teeth, will be laughed as her bitch eccentricity.
The funny man jokes even more. The other two giggle in hushed on the side some more.
You try to inch away from the guy by your side to feel some of the funny on the other side.
By the time, the funny travels though the dark smoky room, the insider friends, the demented dog it’s lost its fizzle.
Your cheeks cramp in forced smiles. They don’t fool no one and the funny is still not open for your fun.
A beer down. Two joints down. And still there is none.
The music still wanes elevator jazz meets uber groove. You can’t take the plastic cool.
They are talking but the words ring no recognition within you.
It scratches at you. It claws inside your throat.
They look at you so familiar. You know these faces. You know these scenes.
They’ve been done so many times before but;
now they just don’t fit anymore.
It was the strangest case of the missing funnies.