"The House of Laughter; for all your bad days," Peter read the sign slowly; the pictures of funny clowns and slapstick acts drawing his attention. He thought back to his recent break up, it was a bad day.
Only one ticket. the sign boasted; well it certainly was the cheapest ride in the park.
Shrugging, the red head walked inside; how bad could it be? Laughter rang loudly through the entrance hall, so he decided that it must be pretty good. Soon he could see an attendant next to an opening. Peter handed him the ticket.
"No shoes in the House." he stated gruffly, and the red head nodded before stripping his slender feet; choosing to remove h