Nothing scarier than a clown
The last couple of days and half an hour ago, too, when I've been downtown, I've been met with what is quite possibly the saddest sight ever.
It's a guy, dressed in the most downtrodden clown's outfit in history. He's sitting limply on the pavement and blowing softly into a light blue melodica. In front of him, he has a hat for money and a little sign saying "Help me. Please." I want to break down in tears every time I see him.