the last recorded incident of Rubik's cube sticker removal as a means to an end primarily as a result of changing policies regarding horse glue by the good people of Ideal Toys
-Alex Vermitsky
Matt Torrance or Vance (don't ask, I don't know)
lived until he died.
Not remarkably, not unremarkably
which I suppose leaves us with
common flashes of brilliance
but it wasn't until I was approached
by Vance's sister that I got the idea to write
about him
she said Vance had wanted me to go to my
ten year high school reunion and tell that joke I always tell
about the brave hooker, and two very lucky...
…well it's not a very good joke and Vance's sister
has just experienced a significant loss so
it's possible this isn't the best time to…
have run into Vance's sister in a supermarket
and she told me to go to my high school reunion
and we didn't comment on the timing
except to say I'd seen Vance
at the last one
5 year reunion I said-
too soon she said-
with no qualms about what she really meant
and Vance's sister meets this guy in a supermarket
and says that there's this joke that he has to tell about these two hookers and a horse
and it will resonate with others because Vance always enjoyed dirty jokes
even though we both knew he had thought about profane humor as much as much as the next guy,
which leaves us with:
a guy walks into a supermarket and meets a woman who hates jokes except this one joke about a hooker and two
horses, and the things some people will do for immortality
a fact that, be it true or untrue,
is now irrefutable
a horse crippled at it’s peak
and more so
two people walk into a supermarket
each with his/her own idea of the value of jokes
especially humor in the face of grief
and the woman says to the man
tell the joke that Vance liked and make these people
ten years older now
make them laugh with that joke you always tell
but I tell her that the joke doesn't include a horse at all
I tell her (and god forgive me) the joke involves:
Two fish are swimming along on a beautiful summer day
And they encounter a pleasant enough gentleman who remarks,
“Nice water we’re having today my friends!”
And satisfied, continues swimming
past the two young men who smile and consider the encounter
to be pleasant enough, and genuine, and a testament to the gentleman’s manners,
so much a testament in fact that both fish enter into meditative contemplation
for nearly ten minutes when the slightly younger fish turns to his somewhat elder companion
and as if it only just occurred to him
asks without a hint of irony fish are obviously known for,
he asks,
“What the fuck is water?”
and these two people trapped in the purgatory
of a supermarket
a place where people go in times of death
during mundane afternoons
laugh at the punch line
the punch line that doesn't involve horses
for some reason
a lack of horses
is comforting
this day
and there's this one about a sister
who lost a brother to cancer
who tells this joke about a hooker
and a horse with a penchant for voyeurism
everywhere she goes
which relieved the preacher
who wanted to laugh
who wanted to laugh