in my 10th grade yearbook there is a section where they asked four or five people what job they wanted when they grew up

you know it’s like “doctor!” “park ranger!” “botanist!” “teacher!”

for some reason they decided to ask me

i told them, with a straight face, “either dictator or cult leader”

they printed it!

as i recall my parents were upset

in 12th grade i won “best sense of humor” and when they asked me how i felt about that i told them humor is the product of despair and that the fate of the clown is to be sad on the inside forever