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My father wouldn't allow any clowning around. And yet, he gave us nothing to take seriously, except his personal disgust. But I was a clown. And he loved his scrappy clown, more than he really knew. -
Hell yes!
My whole life was clowns for a while there. I even learned to juggle. My room was a circus of black light neon colors and plastered on every wall of my room, these guys.
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Did you grow up in a circus?
Did you grow up with any clowns, jokers, or freak shows?
Good clowns? Bad clowns? What were some things they did?
Was there a ringmaster?
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