Here I am clowning in LA!
To supplement my partygoing lifestyle, I am "clowning" on the weekends. I love it and it is a fun way to make a some extra cash. Just about every weekend has a funny clowning story to go with it, so I will update "Tales of a Clown" as often as I can. The first weekend I worked, I was sent to a birthday party in a not so good area in LA. I was walking down the street and got harrassed by a car full of gangsta looking guys. It's kinda hard to stick up for yourself or be anything from humiliated in situations like those. In this particular instance, I was pretty nervous and just put one foot in front of the other thinking "Don't get shot in a clown outfit, just don't get shot." I can just see the headline "Clown Down" and the article: 'The body of a clown was discovered by little birthday boy, Johnny, 8. 'I don't really like clowns anyway...it just came with the moon bouncer. I am glad that moon bouncer didn't get shot. That would be a real tragedy!" '
This weekend I was in a less rough neighborhood. I told all the kids I had to go home to the circus, but one little girl didn't quite fall for it. She pulled me aside later and said "I'm not gonna tell anyone, but I think you live in a real house...I saw your shoes." An imposter! Exposed by the shoes...oh well. What's a clown to do?