Downer Clown by Phil Cummings

Downer Clown

About twenty minutes into the class a kid that I didn’t know stood up and shouted in a slurred, stoned voice, “I’ve got to get out of here!” and tried to leave. He was too dizzy to make it past the other seats in the row and fell, crashing down into the people in the row below who started yelling in protest. All of them but one. That one was asleep. There were at least five or six people in the class in the same state and this was an A-track class where you would expect there to be fewer people that would be so stupid as to indulge in this kind of behavior.