Hell Hath No Fury As A Clown Scorned
What I do know, as I hung upside down, legs entangled in raw flesh carved from the buttocks of a rabid goat, is that the clown figurine was located in a very long street.
A street that had over a thousand shops each selling a thousand collectible items of clowns in all their infinite poses. Clowns pointing and pirouetting. Clowns with imperfect grins and bloodied suspenders. Clowns fraught with…