Rumour Mill
Rumours are funny things. Not all are negative; some can be positively big… My first positive rumour was when at high school. An argument got out of hand between me and a much bigger boy than me. In his immaturity, he tried to punch me. As he lunged, by accident he slipped, and our heads collided. He was knocked out. I felt nothing. Everyone at school started a rumour that I was a super fighter, nothing was far from the truth. I was, it turns out, a pacifist or a lover and not a fighter. This fir...