The Laughing Mirror
What you see is not always what you get
By Josh RippergerPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read
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The man in the mirror is laughing. Trying my best to ignore him, I tighten my tie and fix the hairs that are out of place. The laughing grows louder.
I really don't have time for this. I rub my temple and whisper, "I'm in control."
"You couldn't control a car, let alone me," cackled the laughing man.
I punch the glass, and delicious silence follows. I walk back into the court room feeling refreshed.
The judge looks at me with disgust and asks, "Am I speaking with the laughing man or Jackson?"
I give him a smile and laugh.
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Exquisitely psychotic. I hope he pled insanity. Great read!