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Die Laughing
Die Laughing
Die Laughing
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Die Laughing

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New Crime Fiction from the Author of The Push-Over 

Portrait of a Funny Man. Locked in a string of deadly dull appearances at places with names like Hoo Hah's and Guffaws. . Doomed to an existence of tiny, cramped dressing rooms and bare bulbs; of cheap laughter, liquor and women. A man at the end of his rope, trapped on a desert island alone with only a whoopie cushion for company. Wandering the empty rooms of his own mind as he travel's America's dusty roads. 

This is a tale of a comic with leaden timing. 
Nobody likes a bad comedian, especially the hecklers. This is the tale of a comic who runs halfway around the country to escape his severest critic. This is the endless borscht belt, the yuck-fest that never ends. Sometimes escaping your worst enemy can turn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. 
Read what critics have called a 'fast, dangerous' novel. 
From the author of SONNY ROMAN'S RISE AND FALL, LAST WILL and TESTICLE, A HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOR, THE PUSH-OVER , and the upcoming thriller REMAIN VIIGILANT comes a creepy novella that reads like a page-turner and handles like a rabid carnivore. Guess who's on the menu tonight?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherVince Iuliano
Release dateJun 19, 2017
ISBN9781386051107
Die Laughing
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Vince Iuliano

Freelance writer. Staunch crusader for truth, justice and the American Way..(writes under various names. You could be reading me right now, and not know it!)

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    Die Laughing - Vince Iuliano

    What’s the use of happiness? It can’t buy you money.

      Henny Youngman

    1.

    I played all the venues, twice over. Giggles, Ho-ho’s, Slappy’s. Walking the bare wooden stages limned with the flop sweat of a thousand comics before me.

    The ghosts of the greats and the ingrates washed down from the broken key lights like a layer of indolent silt. The laughs that trickled over these bruised stages were small compensation for the long, empty nights and endless hotels, but everyone has an axe to grind, right?

    Think up funny shit, say it on stage at night, get paid. It was a sweet gig and I’d be the last guy to complain.

    Over the years, I’d gotten some good advice. Leno taught me how to milk that last extra smile when you thought the joke was over. Seinfeld gave me some pointers on the effective use of the pause and on not bombarding the listener with too many words.

    Get in, stick him, pull the knife out slowly, one veteran on his way down told me.

    I soaked it all in like a sponge. I worked at my craft, honing a solid 10 minutes out of raw material. Expanding that to a respectable twenty-three minute killer set. Some comics made an entire career out of a good 10-minute set, I considered myself one of the fortunate few.

    And things were beginning to click for me. A few scouts from the Tonight Show had shown up to catch the show over the course of two nights in May. The scuttlebutt was that they’d come to watch my performance, but who knows? Another time someone who used to be involved with Everybody Loves Raymond turned up. Could CBS or NBC  be far behind?

    That’s when I had my first taste of the Fat Bastard. He may have been in the audience from the jump but I didn’t become aware of him until he began heckling me on the third night of my week-long gig at Skippy’s in Amangansett.

    It was a typical East Hampton crowd: well-heeled, good spirits, liked their liquor. Occasionally I’d get a heckler, nothing I couldn’t handle. This time, this third night, the guy got under my skin.

    I was telling my prospector joke. Usually I get a respectable laugh from the crowd for this one, thought it was by no means my best.

    Yukon prospector comes down from the mountains, I said. He’s been up there a few months, found a nice vein of gold, and now he’s ready to take care of another vein – don’t get ahead of me.

    There were a few chuckles. I’d gotten their attention.

    "So he ties up his donkey at the nearest bar, goes in to wet his whistles. Bartender says ‘Can I help you?.’ Guy says ‘Give me two beers and

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