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Sinking Spring, PA 19608, USA | 83 Campbell Street, Freetown
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May 19, 2022by admin0

By Daniel Barnhart

Monica is an up-and-coming disabled comedian. She is in her late 20s. She has multiple sclerosis. She uses a power chair to get around. She is on a ventilator. She has palsy in her face and has a constant resting bitch face. She’s tried for years to make it as a local comedian. She got the idea to have a 24-hour comedy set after a close girlfriend from college told her they couldn’t be friends anymore. Monica is bipolar so when this happened, the stress from losing her friend caused a manic episode. She told everybody she wanted to do a 24-hour comedy show in every major city. Today is the first night and the last night of the tour. When Monica comes down from the mania, she’ll realize what she has done, but tonight she is a superstar in her hometown bar.

On a good night, the bar holds about 500 people. It is always dark and dimly lit so this is the perfect place for Monica to do her set. Monica rolls her wheelchair on stage.

Monica yells to the crowd. “How are you guys doing tonight?”

It comes out as a gentle whisper and no one reacts. Monica pauses and looks at the crowd. The crowd claps to spare her feelings. She lets them clap for another minute while one of her assistants brings her a computer. The crowd starts talking among themselves as they wonder what is going on. Monica types on her computer. A female voice begins to speak, “Thanks for the round of applause, people. I could always count on drunk able-bodied men and women to applaud for me for doing absolutely nothing. How do you think I got through school? It wasn’t my intelligence. It was my resting bitch face. Can you imagine giving homework to someone who looks like your Catholic school teacher?”

Monica looks around. Half the crowd is laughing. The other half shows Monica just how terrifying a resting bitch face can be. Monica uses this to diffuse the situation. She tells another joke. “You guys remind me of my girlfriend the first night we made love. We were hot and heavy. She didn’t know where to put her hands because she was worried, she would yank the ventilator and kill me. I survived but didn’t orgasm. Look, I am a comedian. I’m going to say some pretty messed up shit. It’s your job as the audience to laugh. But I do have a confession to make. I have no idea if that last joke landed because I’ve never had sex before but I figured in 24 hours I had to have at least one sex joke. So, did I do a good job with the delivery?”

A man in the crowd yells, “You did!”

Another woman in the crowd yells, “I will have sex with you!”

“I’ll see you after the show,” says Monica. “But before we have sex, go easy on my, I have never seen porn in my life. Are you kidding me? My parents gave me a shot to stop my period. Shit, I don’t even masturbate. Can you imagine what they would do if they had to deal with me pleasuring myself? My parents would schedule an appointment for sterilization. No, the truth is I never had sex before because I would never be able to tell someone I truly was in love. There were women I wanted to tell but every time I would consider telling a friend I love them; I was worried that they would reject me. I had planned tonight to be a comedian but what I really need is for a group of people to listen to my story. I recently had a close friend from college end our friendship. I tried to turn my pain into a joke but the pain is just too real. What I’m about to say shocks most people. I was born a healthy baby. I could run and jump like a normal kid. They knew I had multiple sclerosis; they just thought it was a mild case. By the age of 10 that mild case became a severe case. The sleepovers stopped happening. Friends I had for years disappeared, turning their backs on me. When I would get up in the morning, I would be greeted by a team of nurses. The trauma of everything caused social anxiety, body dysmorphia, ADD and bipolar disorder. I felt alone until Jill entered my life.” Monica continued. “For the first time since the ventilator, I felt normal. Jill made me feel as though that life was worth living. Her zest for living would drag my sorry ass to the movies, Tractor supply, walks in the park and whatever else she was convinced we should do. This made me feel for the first time in a long time that I was finally seen for the young woman that I was. The thing that bonded the two of us together was the same force that pulled us apart. Jill and I were both sex deprived females. While talking about sex wouldn’t actually cause me blush, Jill would get turned on in a Tractor Supply just seeing blue overalls on a shirtless mannequin. I wish that was a joke, but Jill was a Mennonite. Mennonites rarely talk about sex outside of marriage and Jill was no different. She was expected to be someone’s wife. Quietly, suffering alone. And then she met Billy, the Pastor’s son. After Sunday School he was talking about the Stigmata and how the crucifixion was actually a sexual act, it was love at first sight.” Monica said sarcastically.

“Billy had a wild side but still considered himself Mennonite. He studied at Berkeley. It was at Berkeley where he learned about people like Ron Doss and Timothy Leary. He joined a group at Berkeley called Everything Is One. The group believes that God was everything. He went to India and studied at an Ashram. It was in India that he fell in love with nursing. He said at the Ashram, every day at 12 o’clock all the poor people would come and they were provided food. That experience led him down the path to become my nurse. We became fast friends. Years before he started dating Jill, Billy and I were at this very bar and we were both pretty drunk. I told him I was pretty sure I was gay, but I wanted to make sure I was so I asked him if he would kiss me. He did and I didn’t feel anything.

So, I was sure I was gay. I told Jill about it before they started dating. She seemed cool with it but I wasn’t really convinced. My suspicions would soon be proven correct. Now that they were a couple, I suggested we do things together as friends. A week ago, I called Jill on the phone and explained to her that my parents were going to a concert. It would be nice to have Billy there with us. Billy knows how to lay me on the bed and help me use the bedpan. Then Jill said, ‘if you are going to have Billy do that, let’s just make it the two of us.’ To Jill, a bedpan is an aphrodisiac that could turn any lesbian straight. I felt the conversation ended on a weird note. That feeling was confirmed the next day when she calls me and says, ‘You know Monica, I think we are going in different directions.’ And that is what led me here to the bar tonight confessing my problems. But the worst part is not the friendship ending.
The worst part is that I never got to tell her I loved her.”


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May 19, 2022by admin0

“Where are you coming from by this time of the night?”
He thundered.
“Honey you won’t believe what happened today. Oh God I’m so tired right now.” She replied as she yawned.
“I asked where you are coming from and you are vomiting rubbish. Does that answer my question? Are you trying to pretend you don’t know there’s no food in this house?”
He said fuming.
“Honey I’m sorry but you should hear me out first. I….”
Before she could complete that sentence, a thunderous slap kissed her left cheek and she passed out on the sofa.
“Get my dinner ready, after that you will tell me why you switched off your phone.”
He said as he walked towards the bedroom. When he noticed there was no response from his wife, he was infuriated.
He rushed towards her to unleash the rest of the demon in him but on getting close to her, he discovered she has passed out.
He was shocked. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead and raced down his temple.
Fear gripped him. He began to panic. He dashed into the bedroom, picked his car key and darted out of the house to open his car.
He rushed back into the house almost immediately, lifted his wife and headed to his car.
As he made to start the ignition, the car key fell off his hand. He was visibly shaking.
Picking up the car key proved to be a difficult task to him as he couldn’t get hold of it.
He succeeded but had to use both hands to start the car ignition. His shaky hands turned against him. His heart was racing.
He couldn’t hold the steering firmly but he managed to drive his way to the hospital.
Getting to the hospital, he alerted the nurses. His wife was rushed into the emergency ward. He became restless.
After about five minutes, his doctor appeared to him. “Good evening Mr Collins.” “Good evening doctor, how’s my wife?” He said with great panic.
“Your wife was here few hours ago. She brought your mum to the hospital before going home and if she had been ten minutes late,  your mum would have died.
She wanted to alert you but her phone battery went flat. I would have called you but she said she will notify you when she get home.” 
“What really happened?”, The doctor asked.
“Doctor, is my wife okay?”
He asked with teary eyes.
“Your mum is in the other ward Mr Collins.”
The doctor replied.
He couldn’t hide his impatience as he gripped the doctor’s shirt.
“What about my wife doctor? Is she okay?”
The doctor managed to pull his hands off his shirt before letting the cat out of the bag.
“I’m sorry Mr Collins, your wife couldn’t make it. She’s dead.
He was shocked.
Cold shivers ran down his spine.
He began to shake.
Hot tears welled up his eyes and as he made an attempt to speak, they raced down his cheeks.
Liquid fluids leaked out of his nostrils and wetted his lips. His shirt became drenched with sweat.
He wanted to man up but he couldn’t.
He groaned in pain and let out a mad shout.
“Noooooo!!!”
But then, it was too late to correct his mistake. He should have heard her first as requested by her.
He should have controlled his anger.
He shouldn’t have laid his hand on her.
He should have been patient with her.
He shouldn’t have….
He should have….
But he didn’t.
It was too late to apologize.
Don’t make such a mistake.
SAY NO TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!!!
# let love lead#
# Stop Fighting#
#Stop Domestic Violence#
# Be an Understanding Husband and Wife#      The only difference between ANGER and DANGER is D
And that D represents DESTRUCTION, DAMAGE AND DEATH.
May God always help us to control our emotion rightly. Amen
Credit : Open Heavens