the runt of the dork litter

One would not refer to me as having a quick or sharp wit. By this I mean that witty or biting responses do not usually come naturally to me. When someone makes a joke at my expense, I am not usually upset or disgruntled by the humor, but I usually find that I have no way to properly respond. Of course, when I go home, I have a tendency to think of things I should have said, but did not.

With that preface, I would like to say that I always wanted to be a stand up comedian. I thought myself quite the natural. Thought, but was not. Words work much better for me well rehearsed. Not for me a night at the improv, but writing seems to work well for me. Perhaps I can write a book, where the main character scathingly uses all of the late arriving comebacks that I have come up with over the years. It will be so popular that it will earn me milions on the first printing, and I will never have to do anything other than write for the rest of my life.

What that boils down to is: I am sick of working. I want something better.