They Kept Calling Him “Joe”… And He Kept Believing It
A cowboy walks into a saloon.
Orders a whiskey.
Just as he’s about to take a sip—
A man bursts through the door:
“JOE! Your house is on f*re!”
He jumps up.
Runs outside.
Gets on his horse—
Pause.
“…I don’t even have a house.”
He goes back in. Sits down.
Raises the glass again—
BANG. The door flies open.
“JOE! Your dad just d*ed!”
He fr**zes.
Runs out.
Jumps on his horse—
Halfway down the street—
“…my dad d*ed 9 years ago.”
He turns back. Calm now.
Sits.
Lifts the whiskey—
ONE MORE TIME—
The door slams open again.
“JOE!! You just won the lottery!!
There’s a pile of cash waiting at the post office!”
This time—no hesitation.
He bolts.
Jumps on the horse.
Full speed.
Dust everywhere.
He’s almost there—
Slowly…
it hits him.
“…wait.”
Pause.
“…my name isn’t Joe.”
