Posted January 25, 2024
Thanks for everything you poured in here Doc, and also many thanks for the game. We don't deserve you.
(Congrats and thanks for the entertainment to the other clowns as well!).
Ok, not that it matters much, but it's written already so I might as well share it as a last hurrah:
BBG's Epilogue
The first time I saw a clown I was down at Maddy's with my mother. I still remember that day pretty well because I had just finished my Boy Scouts 101 introductory program, and the whole thing turned out to be nothing but a string of never-ending and insufferable brainwashing hogwash. Why she had forced me to sign up, nobody knew; not me, not even the instructors. "Sorry mam, only boys allowed", they said. But of course, it only took a few seconds until they ended up relenting before her impending wrath. Could you believe that even after all these years, I can still feel every hair follicle in my body standing on end just by remembering that moment? What a character. I swear, when she got angry, she was capable of making every living creature in existence feel like a tiny piece of shit sitting on the infinite palm of a disgusted god (and she was that disgusted god, mind you). But as I was saying, all that happened the same day I saw my first clown, the exact same day she went away for good. Had she already set her mind on doing so? I wonder... Not that I could have noticed then, but a part of me now questions whether her intentions of making me join the Scouts were born out of the naive thought that I'd learn how to deal better with life that way, once she was gone.
Her choice? She moved to the other side of the galaxy. To learn beatbox, apparently. Un-fucking-believable. And of course, it didn't take long until she became a wanted criminal and, therefore, famous across the known universe.
As you can imagine, even after all these years, I was still dealing with all the bullshit and the trauma she had left behind, with all the stigma of being the daughter of a wanted public offender, when I got word of an octogenarian beatboxer joining the eminent Intergalactic Clown School. Everybody knows about that place, so news about it are pretty much always ubiquitous across the galaxy. And I knew immediately it was her; it had to be. The whole hiding in plain sight screamed "her" so distinctively, so unequivocally, there was no way this whole damn universe could have entertained another similar truth as nonsensical and irrefutable as this one appeared to be.
I even considered she might have become so disgusted with herself, the only way she had had of escaping some form of impeding remorseful madness had been to fully embrace absurdity. I was wrong though; why wouldn't I be, right? She wasn't escaping madness, she was only escaping justice. Again. Why was I deluding myself? Of course, she had learned nothing, absolutely "nothing". What was I expecting? That was a lot like her, I'll give you that; and yet, a part of me had always wished for better news than knowing she still was who she'd always been.
I'm not going to lie, I giggled when I learned about her clownish friends and the juggling. But you bet, that's the last thing I'll ever do for her.
(Congrats and thanks for the entertainment to the other clowns as well!).
Ok, not that it matters much, but it's written already so I might as well share it as a last hurrah:
BBG's Epilogue
The first time I saw a clown I was down at Maddy's with my mother. I still remember that day pretty well because I had just finished my Boy Scouts 101 introductory program, and the whole thing turned out to be nothing but a string of never-ending and insufferable brainwashing hogwash. Why she had forced me to sign up, nobody knew; not me, not even the instructors. "Sorry mam, only boys allowed", they said. But of course, it only took a few seconds until they ended up relenting before her impending wrath. Could you believe that even after all these years, I can still feel every hair follicle in my body standing on end just by remembering that moment? What a character. I swear, when she got angry, she was capable of making every living creature in existence feel like a tiny piece of shit sitting on the infinite palm of a disgusted god (and she was that disgusted god, mind you). But as I was saying, all that happened the same day I saw my first clown, the exact same day she went away for good. Had she already set her mind on doing so? I wonder... Not that I could have noticed then, but a part of me now questions whether her intentions of making me join the Scouts were born out of the naive thought that I'd learn how to deal better with life that way, once she was gone.
Her choice? She moved to the other side of the galaxy. To learn beatbox, apparently. Un-fucking-believable. And of course, it didn't take long until she became a wanted criminal and, therefore, famous across the known universe.
As you can imagine, even after all these years, I was still dealing with all the bullshit and the trauma she had left behind, with all the stigma of being the daughter of a wanted public offender, when I got word of an octogenarian beatboxer joining the eminent Intergalactic Clown School. Everybody knows about that place, so news about it are pretty much always ubiquitous across the galaxy. And I knew immediately it was her; it had to be. The whole hiding in plain sight screamed "her" so distinctively, so unequivocally, there was no way this whole damn universe could have entertained another similar truth as nonsensical and irrefutable as this one appeared to be.
I even considered she might have become so disgusted with herself, the only way she had had of escaping some form of impeding remorseful madness had been to fully embrace absurdity. I was wrong though; why wouldn't I be, right? She wasn't escaping madness, she was only escaping justice. Again. Why was I deluding myself? Of course, she had learned nothing, absolutely "nothing". What was I expecting? That was a lot like her, I'll give you that; and yet, a part of me had always wished for better news than knowing she still was who she'd always been.
I'm not going to lie, I giggled when I learned about her clownish friends and the juggling. But you bet, that's the last thing I'll ever do for her.
Post edited January 25, 2024 by Wirvington
