Sunday with Mr. J

“Hey Mr. J, what are you doing here?” I asked him as her graced my front door.

“I’m here to fuck up your whole day” The Joker said with a grin.

“Sounds good” I said.

Off we trotted into the great unknown. By that, I mean the woods of Courtown. Mr. J has never been there before.

“How do you like it?” I asked as we made our way through the brambles and branches. His white make-up getting everywhere.

“Where is the chaos? Where is the anarchy?” he asked sincerely.

“Why don’t you just relax?” I asked him. He didn’t take too kindly to that.

“What did you say?” he barked, flashing his knife out of his waistcoat pocket.

“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, not flinching a muscle.

“Nothing” he said calmly “I was only joking”.

“Have you tried meditating?” I asked.

“No” he replied.

“Let me teach you” I said, “it will do you the world of good”.

“Promise?” he said.

“Promise” I said.