A SMALL Piece of the STORY coming... A Taste...
"Next thing I knew, I flew face first into the weeds, my big floppy shoes bent over double twisting my foot, and I felt a sudden thumping pain in my side. I guess one of them ran slightly faster than the other thugs, and had grabbed my costume hard enough that I crashed into the ground. The pain was bad, but only the start of my ordeal, which was about to get as bad as bad can get.
As I turned over to face up, I was surrounded by all three obnoxious thugs.
The ringleader was the one I'd insulted, and all three stood straight over me. “Not such a SMART mouth NOW huh CLOWN? Go ahead, laugh at this!” He kicked me hard, and one of the other thugs stomped on my floppy shoe, which my very vulnerable human foot was encased in.
Pain came from every side, and all three kicked me hard, stars of pain exploded over my vision over and over. Finally, my real nose exploded as the ringleader punched it from above, and my fake red nose went flying, while I felt hot blood cover my face. I was as helpless as a worm to an angry eagle laid out on the ground as I was. Finally, all three spit on me, done with their violence. “Get the HELL outta TOWN CLOWN!” was the final statement, accompanied by a hard kick to my side. I guess you could say that was their own parting shot.
No security showed up, no help ever arrived, and I was laying in a literal field of pain Johnny. They walked off, and I could hear their cruel laughter moving away. For them, it was probably just another Friday night, but for me, It was Hell itself under the stars, surrounded by weeds and emptiness. With my only real companion being the pain I was languishing in. I prayed, but no God showed up to lessen my pain. No Devil either. I was truly alone."
Opinions welcome, From my new Clown Memoir "Tribulations of a Clown"