Walk this way: Every so often I get possessed by an idea so bad that it won't leave me. This one is to buy a pair of clown shoes.
I hasten to add that -- just as I have no wish to change careers and become a photographer (something that people with little talent and absolutely no idea how tough it is to take good pictures often express a desire to do) -- I don't want to run away from my regular life and go to clown school.
I just want, very briefly, to wear a pair of those extra long shoes with the delightfully bizarre toes with my normal clothing. No big nose. No wig. No hat. Just the shoes. It seems like it might be fun.
Friends have suggested I wear them on the golf course.
People can be so cruel.
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