My childhood friend, Ricky, was always looked at as the clown, the jester perhaps. He stuttered, talked funny, and did poorly in school. His parents attributed this to the fact that as a child, he ate an entire box of birth control pills.
I never laughed at any of this because he was my friend. None of the things he did were his fault. Everyone blamed the birth control pills. Back then, so little was known about learning disabilities.
As an adult, Ricky fathered five daughters for five different women. Surely the pills never had a hand in that one.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Jester.