I was born the son of clowns.
It's kind of a new party line and I honestly forget that i was half of the time. Like "You mean, you weren't? Weirdo."
A good many people I tell that backstory too think 1) that it's either the most 'darling' thing that they've ever heard or 2) that it was the most traumatic even of my life.
It's really neither.
The reason I mention this is because tonight is because Megan, Josh, and I were talking about it and it just got me to thinking about the oddly surreal aspect of going to school on weekdays and dressing up and entertaining other kids my age on the weekends. It's odd now especially, since I vomit every time I have to do any form of public speaking. Not during thankfully. It's usually before and there seems to always be a man in the restroom asking me if i'm alright. It isn't a party until someone is genuinely concerned for my health.
I digress, the clowning aspect always felt natural to me and I guess it's influence can be seen on me now with the way I present my self. If I had giant shoes and a small car, I would rock them like a hurricane.
I could tie this into my travel piece because I'm doing research on Pagliacci and the history of the opera in general. The bad part about this is that I haven't killed my wife and her lover on stage. Fiddlesticks. i may have to get on that right away.
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