Haunted By Laughter’s Edge

He was never just telling jokes; he was testifying. Every set felt like watching someone walk a tightrope made of their own unraveling, waving to us from the middle as if to prove the rope could hold. His voice shook, his timing frayed, but that was the point: he made failure feel survivable, terror feel briefly negotiable. People didn’t leave his shows thinking life was easier; they left believing it was endurable.

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