richie's on the small stage , microphone in hand - glancing at all of these rich , white people that were watching him . anything for some money , right ? anything to get his comedic material out there , no matter how much it fucking sucked . he's taking a breath , wondering what to say , it's like he's almost out of jokes , but .. there's something up his sleeve - just one more shitty joke & he can get off the stage & get something to drink , hopefully . " well .. folks , that's all i got for today ! " he panicked , speaking instead of thinking , his most impulsive trait . " i'll be here tomorrow for more cheesy jests ! " chuckling , feeling pearls of sweat down his forehead , he puts the microphone back on the stand & sprints off stage , making his way to the bar - ordering himself a drink , anything to take the fucking edge off . those people didn't laugh at him at all , to be honest , they were laughing at him . / @testadimoros .