One of the most heart-wrenching situations is to be a person with a dream and the drive to be a clown, with absolutely no talent. Not even the talent to be a talentless clown, who can elicit laughter through bumbling. Only the kind of clown who is confused for a homeless person, who elicits only pity, and who frightens the very young.
First line inspiration from "The God of Dark Laughter" by Michael Chabon: "Thirteen days after the Entwhistle-Ealing Bros. circus left Ashtown, beating a long retreat toward its winter headquarters in Peru, Indiana, two boys out hunting squirrels in the woods along Portwine Road stumbled on a body that was dressed in a mad suit of purple and orange velour."
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