Trying2beVegan

“he he he” the laugh trickled out from his mouth hidden behind his hand. A sweet release of pressure in the comfort of his own home. The only place it was safe to do it, without fear of being caught, well if you were quiet enough. Not letting the neighbours hear. 

People saw it as a dirty habit. 

Laughing had been cracked down on by the government in the last few years the law banning it in public places started the crack down. 

Those who wanted to carry it on would have to go to designated laughing spaces. The little shelters where those addicts would huddle together and get their fixes.

Laughing had become punishable by extensive prison sentences now. We are living in the serious age and laughing will not be tolerated is the line that the public are fed over and over. 

Tom was one of those “Decrepid Addicts” the official term set by the government of the time. He was a heavy user. He never really saw the harm of it himself though. Remembering the good old days before the tightening of the rules, the fun and frollocks with friends. The memories of shared laughter and fun were all but a distant past to him now. 

Now he could only enjoy his guilty pleasure alone too much risk of being caught if he did it with anyone else. 

As with other prohibitions there were clubs that catered for the banned act of course, laugh easy’s they were colloquially known as for those in the know. Of course the authorities called them by a less pleasent phrase. These clubs were usually dark basement type joints with no windows and no outside sign of what they were. The more inconspicuous the better. They wanted to be unseen and more specifically un-heard. More places had popped up recently but the police had been raiding them on a regular basis and arresting people on the spot. The rate of opening and raids made it like a huge game of whack a mole for the police, but to be fair it kept them in a job so they didn’t complain so much.