How to Get Grease Paint Off Your Face

Ladies and Gentleman, the clown show is over. Please go home. We had our final performance last night and it was the most fun-filled, joyful show I’ve been a part of in a while.

The more experiences I have that can feel like that room, the better. The more confetti, balloons, dancing, music, play, the more doing things because they’re stupid and not smart, because they’re goofy not brilliant, looking every human fear in the face and saying, this is the reason I’m going to be on the stage today—the better.

I put on the clown makeup before I went to the venue and I took a taxi. I went with my friend who was also in the show and also in costume. We turned that taxi into a clown car.

It was fun to watch people see us. I rolled down my window so they could get the full effect. Some people had no reaction, which is normal. They simply thought to themselves, must ignore the clown. Other people, as if on cue, smiled and waved, and then I understood the purpose of the costume—it’s to give people that chance.

On the way back, I took an UberPool. The driver got a kick out of my makeup too and said that sometimes he wore face paint to perform with his punk band. Apparently Bob Dylan used to do something similar. Someone else got in and before I got out, he asked if we could take a picture together for his friend who was scared of taking UberPool. See, everyone’s normal.

Also, grease paint is no joke. To get it off, you need to used something oil-based. Me, I used vegetable oil and and felt my face dripping down my arms and just like that, the clown was gone and it was me in the bathroom mirror, wondering what to do next.