Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Clowns are Nothing to Worry about
We drink on the roof across the street from the venue. Despite the efforts of our new friend Grace, we were unable to get into the show, and so we've retreated back to the roof to people watch and chat.
The instructions for those attending the show said to wear either a costume or formalwear.
We watch a clown leaving as the show ends chasing a limo down the streets of Bushwick, and Katie and I shout encouragement from the rooftop, laughing.