Doctor Kiwani
by Alamo Cruise, “The Hopeless Loser” 

“I won’t join any club that would penetrate me with a member.”

I’ve never been much of a joiner, on account I’ve never been let into a group. But I haven’t given up on the idea of being part of an organization of some kind, especially the kind that makes me money or friends.

When I was a kid my mom tried to sign me up for everything, from 4-H to the Cub Scouts, but I kept failing the entrance exams. I was in some other youth organization my dad got me into for about a week, but my hand kept cramping up trying to do the sign. I think they were extra hard on me because of it when it came time to run the gauntlet, I didn’t even get past the first sixty guys.

In school I tried to get into all the clubs, but they all had special requirements. You had to be good at something or popular or something, it was all rigged. I did find a group of kids to hang out with and everything, but they said I couldn’t get into their group without a doctor’s note saying I had a learning disability. Which really sucked, ‘cause my doctor said I did have a learning disability, but he wouldn’t write me a note since he was pissed about me eating all his tongue depressors. I say don’t stick anything in my mouth if you don’t want me to eat it.

I got out of high school and thought all my chances to be in a club were over, then I heard about the Kiwanis Club. They’re some sort of charity or something, who cares, really, if they all get together in a building. I don’t care if they worshipped goats by sticking thumbs up their asses, as long as they were a club and I could join, showing that guidance counselor once and for all who was right.

The Kiwanis were not as cool as they sounded, though. I showed up in my Kiwanis suit, complete with a little pouch on the front, and I pulled leaves out and ate them and everything, trying to fit in. Not one person in that place was dressed like a Kiwani except me, and some people even asked me what I was supposed to be, like they’d never seen a Kiwani before. Even talking with an Australian accent didn’t make them any smarter. You’d think these jackasses would know the animal they named their club after. Next time I’ll show up dressed as a jackass, just to embarrass them.

It probably doesn’t need saying I didn’t make the Kiwanis Club, but I did make bail, so everything works out alright in the end. I’ve had it with trying to get into a club, I’ll tell you that. I’ve always wanted to be a part of a group of people, the kind of joes I could make friends with and share a real sense of community and shit. But I suppose I’ll have to do that by starting my own club, with me as president and founder and everything. And I won’t let any of those assholes in.

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Ape Skills
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Genuine Draft
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