Monday, March 30, 2009

Crying On The Inside

We were so close he could touch you. I never did like clowns but you go for the kids and we had the best seats up front even though it cost more than I had thought. Stupid to be scared anyway but son i said like the old joke it's not the clown you see that gets you. Halfway through the act he turns to me and gives me a big ole wink, slow like I know you inside, and I knew our time was nearly gone.