Your hero is perplexed. All parts of him are struggling out every which way. I should have known from the 60's clown stamp I attained from one of my envelopes that something was waiting for me. To think most of my day today was an ongoing fascination delivered from this grinning piece of paper.
Most people are afraid of clowns because they're omens for things to come.
I darted to the BART, having sneaked away from a previous engagement. I've eaten enough bad food and Guinness this week, any more and it would start digesting me. As I hobbled down the cold tiled stairs I'm caught by two wild eyes. I keep going, then back up, then keep going, and then back up again. A head, neck and body followed.