My fear and distrust of clowns goes back to when I was eight years old or so. I saw a black and white old movie and I couldn't tell you the name if it came up and bit me. At any rate, the clown was acting all funny and everything. The guy had a flower on his shirt that was actually a water pistol.
When he was performing, he would make everything laugh and all. But this Bozo was killing people when he was away from the spotlight. He knocked off several before they found out who was doing it.
Can't overcome those childhood nightmares.
When he was performing, he would make everything laugh and all. But this Bozo was killing people when he was away from the spotlight. He knocked off several before they found out who was doing it.
Can't overcome those childhood nightmares.