The Bloody Doors Off

So I’m goin’ down this street
And I’m tryin’ not to smile
‘Cause the street is where I’m goin’
And the curb is at the side
By the sewer
Where the rain goes down

Like this girl I once knew
‘Cause the sewer is so hollow
And the yell
Could last forever

Like the night my girl went away
Gone off in a world filled with stuff
Lights start changin’
And there’s wires in the air
And the asphalt man
Is all around me

And I look down
And my shoes are so far away from me, man
I can’t believe it

I got a real indication
Of a laugh comin’ on
I got a real indication
Of a laugh comin’ on

The Thought Gang, A Real Indication

“‘Cut-to’ – when players doing a scene refer to a particular moment (from the past, future, etc.), a player comes onstage and announces “Cut to: that moment” and we see the moment.“

It’s a fun improv game.

A moment ago, I was singing softly to myself. Oddly, a Doris Day song.

“I’m forever blowing bubbles.”

CUT TO: ‘BUBBLES’.

Popped into my head. And the resulting image.

(You went there too.)

Made me laugh.

And I realized.

I haven’t had a serious laugh in a while.

I’ve found things amusing.

And minor tickles of the funny bone.

But nothing bone rattling.

And that, friends, ain’t right.

I need to find the funny again.