Cancer’s just not as funny as it used to be. I mean, seriously, remember when cancer used to be hilarious? Like dad would come home from work and you’d be like “How’s your day, pops?” and he’d say “Just found out my liver’s rotted through with cancer!” and you’d both laugh and laugh? Those were the days.

Nowadays you have to pretend like it’s breaking your heart that somebody’s going to start pooping out lungs soon and you can’t even giggle when they’re moaning “I’m dyin’ here, I’m really dyin’!” It’s a total drag. People just don’t have any kind of sense of humor about themselves anymore, everything’s all “Woe is me, I live out every moment in agonizing pain.” Thanks a lot for bringing me down, asshole. I just spent four bucks on this ice cream for nothing.

When I was a kid, if one of your classmates had cancer you were allowed to push him down the stairs and say his dad’s a fag; that made you popular. And I don’t remember the kids with cancer complaining, they just appreciated the attention. That’s all anybody who’s got three months to live wants, anyway, is attention. It shouldn’t matter if it’s “pretending to listen to all your crybaby stories” attention or “pushing you in your wheelchair off a ski jump” attention, that’s really splitting hairs. And hey, don’t give me all that sore-loser bullshit about your wheelchair being all ruined now, if you hadn’t bet on yourself you’d have plenty of money to buy another one. I know I do.

Don’t forget that other cancer dude who smoked you on the ramp is living the good life over in the traction ward, and you know he’s not complaining.

What really gets me though, are all these bleeding-heart liberals who don’t even have cancer but still get their Volvos in a bunch when I think something’s funny. Like when that commercial comes on in the theater, before the movie, with all the bald little kids talking about cancer research and blah blah blah. Now that’s some funny shit! You see those kids? They’re balder than my dad, and they’re only like five! Where do they find those freaks? I’m telling you, I could watch that shit all day if I didn’t have a theater full of Good Samaritans pelting me with popcorn and booing and shit. Please. Like any of them had cancer when they were kids.

I tell you, the world’s full of people trying to ruin my good time. If it’s not some pastel-colored killjoy petitioning to cancel a hilarious show like World’s Greatest Police Chases, it’s some other curmudgeon telling me I can’t visit the fat camp unless I’m a family member. I tried telling that guy they should charge admission, because I know at least a dozen guys who would bust a nut watching those lard-assed little kids try to run an obstacle course and falling down and having asthma attacks and shit, but wouldn’t you know he’s one of those lost-cause fruits who puts a child’s “dignity” ahead of profit. Like any of those little butterbutts wouldn’t trade his or her dignity for a big slice of pie. He didn’t think that was funny either, and the bastard confiscated my pie.

I tell you, it’s a lonely life, being one of the only guys out there with a sense of humor. And hey, it’s not like I fail to see the humor in my own misfortune. Just last week, some lady’s little yappy dog ran out in front of my truck and just creamed the thing, made a real mess of the front end. And I had just washed the damn thing. But did I mope around, like the world had just crapped in my salad? No way, I laughed my ass off! Did you see how far that little dog flew? Jesus Christ, I thought that thing was some kind of rubber dog for a second there! Holy shit that was funny.