I see you. Late one dark and stormy night I was born. The ground was cold but, under the Tilt-a-Whirl I was dry. From beyond my darkened birthplace I could hear the calliope sounds of the carnival, so I decided to explore. To this day I'm not sure if I've made it out of the carnival or everyone around me is a rube. My inner clown has social issues. I'm actually a decent guy. Or so Ive been told. I collect comic books. I love the dichotomy of coulrophobia (fear of clowns). I'm currently reading lots of books about lots of things written by lots of people. Try me, you might like me.