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Being a clown is a noble profession, I’m sure, but for me, it was simply a way of earning the extra money I needed to finally graduate from college.
Normally a rather bashful person, I learned several years previously that dressing in ridiculous clothes and painting your face provided a humiliation-free barrier. Almost anything a clown does is accepted as part of the routine.
My first gigs were just what you might imagine, kid’s birthday parties, and the like. Then one day I got a call from a woman who wanted me to come to a surprise party for a friend taking the final plunge into marriage. She
wanted me at the stroke of midnight and when I declined (it wasn’t my type of clowning), she offered to double the fee.
When you’re an aspiring college student, money talks. So, I agreed to meet her outside her home at 11:45 the following Saturday night.
**Intense…**