Nom D'Guerre

“Guerre” means “war” but this feels a lot more like a clown circus which used to make me laugh because I know the idiom is supposed to be funny a bunch of idiots in grease paint bumping into each other haha look the frowny face one tripped on the orange haired guy and the one that looks like a hobo is spraying water out of his hose but Jesus H. Christ it really isn’t funny when its unfolding right in front of your like a horrorshow like no one knows what the f**k they are doing running around bumping into each other... is that a car? Are we in a car, so many 12 m***********s being driven at such a speed in a Bug and who’s in charge and is anyone minding the wheel it’s all grease paint and nom d’guerre and no one is sure where the foot ends and the shoe begins or which way is up or who’s hair is in the drink and the car is careening out of control and everyone is screaming and I only trust Cassidy high on speed and I see a cliff approaching and it’s like no one is in charge and we’re going to launch and instead of everyone laughing it will be screams and screams and open mouths instead of sad faces and painted on grins until this hunk of f*****g steel hits granite a hundred feet down and there are bleeding bones and broken bodies and maybe maybe it’s not funny when clowns run the show. Maybe maybe we needed a ringmaster and got only a ring. Maybe maybe I will stay drunk for twelve years and develop a war against my reality. My nom d’guerre is JR.