I've rallied remaining crumbs of my courage and entered the lobby of my penthouse apartment. My wife has kicked me out when she started dating another clown. The odd thing about buildings in Clowntown was that they appeared like trash on the outside but had somewhat luxurious interiors.
This is the ongoing story about a clown that struggles to get back his colors after he's been stripped of it. Written every day as time goes by and illustrated by Midjourney AI. So hang on as the story unfolds.
