Tears of a clown
I missed the bus. Just barely. I waved at the guy as he turned the corner and he ignored me. I've put up with his stupid stories to other passengers about how you can find your way out of a forest and how "the people" in New Orleans were taking TVs and beer when what they should have been using were compasses. I've put up with his drumming on the ticket taker device while stopped at Jefferson & Fulton. And he couldn't help me.
So, I'll share this.
On Sunday I filmed a skit for Pseudo where I was a clown who killed someone. Many said I looked like Ziggy Stardust.
While we were doing this, I told Alex how I've always wanted to see a clown vomiting. I just think that might be funny. I find puking funny for some reason. So I bought some soup and we went to the bathroom.
And made a short movie.