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Maybe his pen would provide some inspiration
since his brain seemed to be failing him just now. He started sketching the
panoply of interesting people that walked by on the sidewalk. Everyone from
homeless hippies to dotcom millionaires wandered up and down Paci? c Ave.
Across the street a man in a clown suit set up shop with a cart full of balloons.
Paul sketched him as he started making in? ated animals for passing children.
The kids seemed happy with the clown’s creationsand the parents dutifully
paid the man for his work. In the pages of Paul’s sketchbook howeverthe clown
was a terrifying creaturehis teeth ragged and brokenwith tusks like a wild boar.
His wild wig had insects crawling in and out of itand ominous stains covered
his ragged costume. He had a barrel of toxic waste at his sidewhich he used to
? ll the balloons before twisting them into demonic forms and hurling them at
terri? ed children. After an hour or soPaul looked back at his dozen or so toxic
clown sketches and shut the sketchbook in anger. They were goodvery good
even. But they weren’t a plan and they wouldn’t get him in the crew. He decided
to head back to Chloe’s.
Back on Highway 17Paul tried putting his iPod on shuf
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