Bob Bell had trouble breathing. It was the basement. The damp. The mold. The days down there with the cash registers and barber chairs. Bob wore his dead father’s clothes. His father was Bozo the Clown. The clothes, a baggy, blue one-piece with white ruffled collar and pom-pom buttons, oversized shoes, and bright red shock-wig, … Continue reading Bozo Junior by Dan Nielsen
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