Happy Monday morning, Columbus.
I once lived in the same apartment complex as a clown.
His first name was Jim. His full name was Jim the Clown.
He drove a Volkswagen Beetle that was painted in bright colors with the name Jim the Clown on both driver and passenger sides.
I had never seen Jim. Just his car.
Every day, I prayed that I would never run into Jim the Clown.
I don't like clowns. In fact, I loathe them.
They creep me out. They give me the shivers, the heebie jeebies – you name it.
