Sunday, December 12, 2010
Chuckles was going insane.
That a jester should succumb to madness should hardly be surprising: Constant japery, tomfoolery, jackassitude, and prank-playing are hardly the province of sober individuals. But most members of the profession understand the difference between acting crazy and being crazy. They’ll do almost anything for a laugh, provided a paycheck comes with it.
For Chuckles, however, bizarre facepaint masked a tortured soul. As schizophrenia overcame him, he could no longer carry on conversations with others, instead spending long hours mumbling to himself.
Eventually, he took the only job he could get: Head Clown at Cirque du Soliloquy.