Above my eyes though, I painted my eyebrows at an angle downwards in a scowl. The face most captured my own personality. From then on I wore the clown suit everywhere. At home and in the supermarket. At the bar and on the street, I spread joy everywhere.
Nobody hates a clown.
I found little employment as a clown. No one would hire me. I ended up spending most of my time in the bar. From morning to night, I would drink in that place, my clown-suit sagging, my smile hiding my true emotion. Eventually I was evicted from my apartment.