No one likes a clown. And I'm not just talking about the idiot in class who passes wind and thinks it's funny. I'm talking about real clowns. Freaks with false faces, stupid shoes, and a crappy circus act. They do my nut. There's something wrong and creepy and disturbed about clowns and that should've told me something. It should've told me to not go up to the circus that night, for a start. And it should've told me to not buy a ticket, or walk in there laughing and joking around with my mates as though everything was cool. It should've told me that, when the lights went down, and the fat clown with the huge nets came in (he was licking his lips, too), it was probably as good a sign as any I can think of that I should've left. But I didn't. None of us did. We just sat, waiting, stuffing our faces with popcorn, while the clowns went to work..