Clown Collage
Yesterday marked the arrival of three incredibly strange gifts. Peter Ross — the buddy I met the same week I met Marci back in ‘87 — sent me an outrageous clown wig from his home in NYC. Long-time pal Kyle Keener created an epic barf bucket with images so inappropriate, I dare only show you […]
Yesterday marked the arrival of three incredibly strange gifts. Peter Ross — the buddy I met the same week I met Marci back in ‘87 — sent me an outrageous clown wig from his home in NYC. Long-time pal Kyle Keener created an epic barf bucket with images so inappropriate, I dare only show you one smidge of its majestic decorations. And Angela Lackey, whom I worked with at the Midland Daily News, brought me an okra-colored frog. Incongruous gifts for an incongruous disease.
Wearing the wig out to the nurse’s station won me a free outdoor pass for a couple hours. My Mom and brother were here, (after he entered the room with a crouching army man, presumably not the one from the 60s), so they wandered in the glorious holiday weekend sunshine with me.
Do me a favor; at some point lie down on the grass and look up at the fluttery leaves with the sun-blue behind them and tell me if they look as silver and magic to you as they did to me.
