A brief moment in clown history.

Today was my first day in the clown army. The drill sergeant issued me a standard red nose and oversized shoes. I finally felt a sense of purpose in life. However, one thing was bothering me.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like children. I just had no idea how to relate to them, or make them laugh. Here I was, preparing for the career I’d always dreamed and yet, the typical clientele brought me great anxiety.