What's the life span of an Ant? Or What's the life span of a Tiger? Answer is simple...it's decided. Decided by the one who is going to kill them. My father was a clown. I saw him going to work every morning and got happy. Always happy. He was a party clown who used to laugh fake and when he came home, he used to go all sad. I didn't like that. He didn't earn much. I used to be his fan. As a kid, I used to sometimes used his makeup and dress up like a gentleman clown and go to my friends, fake friends. They used to laugh at looking at me and so did the people in the neighbourhood. I was getting famous when dad caught me and slapped my face taking me back home. He told me to never wear his things again. But I told him that I was ambitious of making the world laugh. He said that making people laugh at cost of yours, is the most stupid thing.
Now, coming to laughs, mine was much better. I love laughing. And people like me laughing. My mom used to love my laugh and my dad used to smile whenever I laughed. It was the sweetest thing according to them and they said that it can melt even the coldest hearts. I was living my best life. Our landlord used to smile looking at me but shouted at dad. My dad told me that we were poor and sometimes need to compromise our needs with society. I used to get confused over this. One day I was very eager to visit the town and attend a fair in Gotham city. Gotham was far away from our house. My dad borrowed some money from his boss and wore the best clothes that day. Mom too wore her wedding necklace and we all went to Gotham.
Hurray! it was getting on my head. All the thrills I had taken on the rides and my mom and dad watching me taking those. I enjoyed that day, it was the best day of my life. We were walking on an empty street during midnight when a man showed up. Mysterious man! he was not too good. He asked my dad for some money to which my dad denied. He then grew louder and ruder and asked him for money. My mum holds my hand and my dad's hands were shaking. That man shot my dad with his gun! my dad died. I was in shock. My mom screamed in fright when that man shot her too. Right, right in the centre of her head. That shot was perfect in the centre. A police car came up when that guy ran away. I was too freaked out that time when I ran away too. The market was crowed. I was thumping and then I started asking for help from every other asshole on that bloody street. You see assholes never help. They are a special breed of asses and rats combined. Well, I'll come back to it later. I didn't enjoy that day. It was the worst day of my life.
I walked the whole way and came to my house. I shouted for help in the neighbourhood when they didn't show up even on their windows. But I saw our landlord at the door of our house. He sealed it and was smiling at me saying that, daddy didn't pay the bills. I asked him about my picture with my mom and dad. He said that he threw away everything. I chased him, chased him like dogs. He didn't look book. Not even once. Then, I laughed because I knew, it could melt him. He looked back with a weird expression and left. I slept on the road that night. Actually not slept, just was looking at the sky and seeing my mom and dad's faces. My eyes were wet. It used to be good with them.
Next morning I left for Gotham. Obviously, it was Gotham which took everything from me. I knew people who died have a funeral. I wanted to do one for my parents. That street, was empty that morning, maybe they took my mom and dad somewhere. There were a few buddies playing in that street. I asked them about my parents and that I wanted a funeral. They said to go after them. They took me to a well and threw me in it.
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
maybe they weren't getting affected by my laugh. My laugh was growing weaker day by day. I don't know why,
OAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! can you hear it? do you hear something different? I didn't understand why my laugh grew weaker? Anyway. Those buddies left me alone in the well. But one didn't. He said to come with him. His name was Gab. Gab was cool. Very cool. I used to spend time with him. While the other buddies used to beat me up sometimes. They didn't like me maybe. You see the world is filled with good people like me. But their goodness is there for a reason. When that reason gets fulfilled, laugh as much as you can, they will not care. They actually do not care about anything. These well-maintained piece of weirdos are wild and messed up deep inside. Grunting all the time. Grrrrrrrrrrr, do you grunt?
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