If you really want to get into it, I never would have started taking Exhilify were it not for Facebook. I was scrolling through my feed one night after Katya and the baby had gone to bed. I don’t think it was really that late. Ever since the baby came, Katya had been keeping weird hours. Going to bed sometimes six pm. So I was hanging around on the couch, trying to exhaust myself enough to turn in, too. Maybe I was a beer or two in. And there was this post by this jerk I know from magic school back in Vegas.
I guess this guy had fallen on hard times. Tell you the truth I’d been following his fall from grace via social media with a certain degree of schadenfreude. He’d had this sweet gig touring with the Bailywick Brothers, but they ended up downsizing, and cut him from the core cast. Now he was unemployed. From the typos I imagined he was drinking again. His posts were deliciously pathetic; when I saw his name pop up in my feed, I admit I looked forward to getting a glimpse into his self-pity. It ended up being your typical woe-is-me type of thing, I don’t even remember what, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that, scrolling through the Comments, I saw something that made my belly fall into my butt.
It was a Comment by another jerk I happen to know.
At least you’re not the monkey magician! this guy says.
8 Likes. 8 Likes! 8 Likes by 8 jerks, all of whom I happen to know. 8 magic school jerks, all of them laughing at me. One by one each of them had thought, Hey, sure! I like that! and joined in on the fun.
I didn’t sleep at all that night. I finished the six-pack and paced the dim kitchen, trying not to wake up the baby, listening to the racket of crickets outside. Not to reply was not an option. A man’s livelihood is his dignity.
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