Online at 4:00 am. Saturday January 27, 2013.
When I was six years old, my mother took me to a carnival. I was so excited; there were music and rides. My mom went to go get cotton candy. I saw a clown, who was in a circus act, about to perform. He took a drag on his cigarette, fixed his makeup where he had been crying and swallowed some whiskey straight. Then he stumbled on stage, doing all these silly tricks and messing around, making the audience boom with laughter. And that's why I'm afraid of clowns. Because I am one.