Send in the fucking clowns

I started righting something last night at about 3 a.m. invoked the gospel of pranksters and clowns. It decants down to this — At the end of the day, you can trust the people who fool around and make jokes, because they say you can’t trust them. But, it’s the motherfuckers who earnestly pretend to be acting “decently” who will stab you every chance they get.

Tonight’s episode of best harmless prank: Crowded upscale bar, table of comedians. One, the lead prankster, decides we need to pick some one out and buy him a drink. A fancy drink chosen from the retro, upscale cocktail list, “A bullet for Joey,” which seems to be like a screwdriver but with bourbon and a splash of Grand Marnier. A note is written, but then it is overwritten by too many cooks. It is ripped up. Finally, five notes are written, each showing the style of its writer, a drink ordered and delivered. We wave creepily, the guy reads the notes and laughs.

One thought on “Send in the fucking clowns

  1. penguinista

    I can’t say it better than this song;

    My Way
    And now, the end is near;
    And so I face the final curtain.
    My friend, I’ll say it clear,
    I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

    I’ve lived a life that’s full.
    I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
    But more, much more than this,
    I did it my way.

    Regrets, I’ve had a few;
    But then again, too few to mention.
    I did what I had to do
    And saw it through without exemption.

    I planned each charted course;
    Each careful step along the byway,
    But more, much more than this,
    I did it my way.

    Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
    When I bit off more than I could chew.
    But through it all, when there was doubt,
    I ate it up and spit it out.
    I faced it all and I stood tall;
    And did it my way.

    I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
    I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
    And now, as tears subside,
    I find it all so amusing.

    To think I did all that;
    And may I say – not in a shy way,
    “No, oh no not me,
    I did it my way”.

    For what is a woman, what has she got?
    If not herself, then she has naught.
    To say the things she truly feels;
    And not the words of one who kneels.
    The record shows I took the blows –
    And did it my way!

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