The Clown

Chapter One

 A man stands at a street corner, shadows cascade across his face.  People walk by as if they don't notice, but sooner or later one will put a dollar into his cup.  And maybe... just maybe... one will get more than they bargained for.

(Dark Church in Milwaukee)
His dark shadow turns to face him in the mirror and he speaks "A silence that never fades, the unjust Jester plays for his king." Laid out in shackles on the dark church floor his victim tries to speak but can't, this is the way the Jester wishes it to be.

(Child Talking to mother) Beth speaks "We have to go see Grandpa, he isn't going to be with us much longer." Son "Haven't you said that the last few times?" Mom "It's been three years and you should be lucky that you've gotten to see him" Son "Well accuse me, sorry if I don't want to see old people for no f*****g reason!" Beth slaps her son across the mouth, seeing a little spittle fly "How dare you, you don't know what these people have been through.  You don't know who they are, and you've never taken the time to know them".  So that was how I found out...

(Date for festival)

Grandfather is in Green Wood Convalescent home ready to die,