Lighting Gas

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(Warning, bad jokes, weird things, If you have a joke you want on here then please tell me 🙏😅)

The taxi rolled to a stop in an alleyway, I opened the door as I bid thanks to the driver I then handed him the cash I owed him then got out, and closed the door behind me. I smiled as I walked to a door in the alleyway and opened it, From there I saw a part of a stage ready and calling for me, so I walked to the stage past the backstage workers who knew me. Once on the stage, I heard cheers from people in a crowd chanting my name causing me to yell "Ohio!" once I was handed the microphone. They cheered before coming to a stop.

"Y'all are excited," I tell them.

They cheered again but not as long as the first. I smiled as I slowly walked around the stage.

"Who here remembers their childhood?" I ask the crowd. It was a good mix of people who cheered.

"Childhood is one of the main subjects for trauma... Man trauma loves kids" I joked.

I hear a couple of laughs in the crowd encouraging me to continue.

"I'm not saying that I had a bad childhood, I lived a happy childhood, I was just always surrounded by kids who did tho. In turn, I became the therapist of my friend group which my mother told me over and over again, and still does, 'That's scary', " I told them.

They ate it up.

"If your mom tells you that's scary, that just means she doesn't believe that she is good at talking to her children about the rights and wrongs" I joked.

Some laughed while others gave me a "Wooo" telling me they had been or are in my old shoes.

"I love my mom but she needs to stop overthinking stuff like that, or anything dealing with her children. I'm pretty sure that she once thought her children were judging her and if that's true then I wasn't one of them... Okay maybe I did when I was mad at her for punishing me when I deserved it, I'll admit that I was a brat and probably still am, " I told them truthfully.

Most laughed, even one young man pointed to a lady next to him as she looked at him with a 'you bitch face'. Something bad is going to happen between those two.

"Y'all are laughing because you know you were a brat as a child" I joked to them causing more to laugh.

"But my childhood was a good one, I know because I tied up my siblings when I got mad, and trust me that's better than hearing them crying because I beat them up because they were aggravating me, which now I'll tell you that I'm in anger management," I tell them.

Some chuckle others side-eye me for tying my siblings up.

"And let me tell you having anger issues and being the therapist for my friends don't mix" I started, some already laughing.

" I'm pretty sure that every therapist has their own therapist except me, as long as we don't include anger management class," I told them.

"I mean how do you not snap after hearing so much shit, I know I would which is probably why I'm not a proposal therapist" I joked, as they laughed.

"The apple doesn't fall from the tree unless it is not the same tree, I have a god-sister who also has anger issues and clientele depression. We both went through the same shit, we even took baths together when we were little babies that's how far we go back by the way... You know it's hard not being the awkward one saying Hey do you remember this?" I tell them, making my voice a little higher in the end.

"She and I loved doing kid shit we didn't know that tv had cartoons probably because some sport was on when it was on, nowadays y'all kids are friends with someone across the world on a phone and the neighbor's kids that you can see face to face are strangers" I jokingly told them.

The sound of laughter fills the room.

" My point is being proved right here, y'all know my name yet I don't know yours, you probably saw me on some social media site," I tell them.

"All I do with my phone is talk to my mom, play Candy Crush, or figure out how to send an email to my co-workers," I tell them.

"And even then I need a co-worker to show me how to for the tenth time today just for them to come to me and ask me what the hell I ask of them because I misspelled half of the words. I could easily misspell 'we' for a Wii. You know 'w' 'e' and 'w' 'i' 'i' " I tell them.

A few chuckles and some laughs.

"Spelling is hard," I tell them using a funny voice with it. After what felt like minutes an hour had gone by and I had to get off stage. I bid my goodbye as I left the stage with the crowd cheering and talking about today's performance. I sighed as I drank some water as I headed to my little backstage room. I walked by people as they were working, and bid hello to the ones that greeted me.

Once in my room I walked to the closet and opened it it had clothes I had brought earlier this week and some alcohol I also bought here. I grabbed the clothes and alcohol and walked to the side bathroom the room had, I placed them down and then went to get myself a towel and stuff I could use to clean myself. I liked to clean myself after every show as it relaxes me, the alcohol is just in case I feel like the show was too much for me. Once I was done getting the stuff I needed I walked back and placed them down in a spot, I then took my clothes off as I set the tub-like shower up for me. I got in the water and started to clean myself. I had already opened the alcohol and drank some, It tasted a little bit different than what it usually did but I didn't care. Probably because it was made wrong either way I still didn't care.

Soon after my shower I was wrapped up in my towel I drank some more of the alcohol as I got dressed putting on my undergarments as I did I started to feel very tired. I ignored it as I drank some more alcohol in the hope it would help wake me up. As I drank some more I heard a chuckle. I instantly stopped drinking and looked around.

"Who's in here? If you're my agent then can you get out I'll be out in a moment" I said as I walked to the bathroom door. I opened it and saw some dude with black hair with some red up in the front. I was about to ask him what he was doing but he covered my mouth. It startled me as I tried to remove his hand. He giggled as he pulled me close to him but used his free hand and put it around my wrist. I tried to scream but it was muffled. He giggled at my fear as I tried to get out of his grasp but I was tired and his grip on me was firm. After a bit of struggling I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was the man chucking as he picked me up.

Funny how I don't remember doing anything so tiring before this.