The Infectious Laugh
There he is. The clown everybody has been whispering about. I wonder if it's a sick joke or strange threat that blew into town- but I don't care. I roll-up my sleeves and decide my fists are going to put an end to it. # "Come on, man. You know how kids are." My friend, George, says. "Remember when they were saying that the principal was poisoning the water fountains?" "I remember." I reply. It's true. It was a legit fear at the time; then again, if the water was as hard as it was back then, I still would think it was sabotage. "It's one kid’s imagination. The rest of his classmates are feeding off of it." "Jordan’s imagination doesn’t get the best of him." Jordan is my son, my world. "Every kid has a moment like that." "I'll talk to him about it." My office is small, expected for a small town. It looks like a string of different