Johannes Punkt’s Flaskpost

You may be required to show proof of id.

Tag: clowns

24/Aug/2013

This Bartender, Always

This bartender always gives me slightly more liquor than I ask for, I like that about her.

Today, the bank was robbed by three men in gruesome clown masks. They were counting on us remembering nothing but their masks. But without the distraction of facial muscles contorting and sweat beads forming, I noticed verything about him, the man with the gun pressed against my cheek. Mustard stain on the tie. Egyptian cotton shirt. The leather shoes. Tomorrow I will let the police know all that I know, and receive a protection detail. Tonight, this bartender will get me very drunk.

2 Comments
19/Aug/2013

Red Clown Nose

He is very adamant that he be allowed to keep the red nose on for his passport photo and he starts crying. He ignores that the tears do not smear his make-up one bit. He claims between gulps of air that this nose is part of his religion, his culture, part of his twelve steps. But he knows it is just for play. Like there is a strict line between what is for real and what is for play. He is worried that if he takes the red nose off, the black-purple around his eyes won’t come off with it.

Leave a comment