"I'm a GOOD clown..."

    There's not alot of things Twisty's ever been sure of in his life.     But if there's one thing he knows, is that Dandy is his friend.     He has to be. Nobody's wanted to be that close to him in years.     Everything's a little...fuzzy. After that night at his bus home.     Yet he knows where his friend lives. So with lumbering steps,     the clown makes to stand on the doorstep, giving the door a     few harsh thumps.

  "Oh, bother ---"               Try and try as he might, he just can't seem               to get the hang of this balloon shaping.               Twisty's good at making cats, dogs, and                the boys and girls always love swords &                flowers --- but he just can't get his fingers                to form a perfect giraffe. 

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   If you had told Harleen at the start of her career, she’d end up infatuated with one of her own patients —- she would of likely laughed. There was no denying there was glamour to the life of a super criminal, no denying there was something about the life style no doubt people fantasized about —- mobster’s wives were gifted with clothes and jewelry, a lifestyle many women were envious of — but Harleen would’ve never of given the thought of deeming herself even capable of falling in love with a patient the very time of day.   And yet, here she was, watching him like a love-struck teenager, a silly, blushing school-girl with a crush, peering over her clipboard with inquisitive eyes, the pad of her thumb clicking her pen absent mindedly as she listened to him speak. This was not professional behaviour, or acceptable —- mixing your work life and love life was deeply frowned upon in this profession, and certainly feeling anything for this particular patient would be deemed…crazy.   But since she’s met him, she’s been wondering about that. Maybe she is crazy. Maybe, everyone’s crazy, deep down. Everyone’s capable of what he’s capable of. The only difference is, their madness has yet to escape. And his runs wild, feral, like a savage dog, no leash, no collar. They call him insane, deranged….but what if it’s the exact opposite?                          What if he’s free?

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     He'd been wandering for quite some time now,      lost in the throws of his own thoughts. Since all      the horrible things that had happened to him ---      with the mean freaks, loosing mama, rejection and      his jaw, tramping the world had become his hobby.      Twisty carried nothing but the sack with some of his       tools and toys in, face masked with a smile. But it       was incredibly lonely.

  "Oh, h-hello Maggie!"       He hadn't heard any footsteps behind him,       hence when she came into the cracks of his vision,       the clown nearly dropped his juggling pins in surprise.       But he wasn't unhappy to see her --- no, no, it was        very much the opposite. Twisty always had time for       his fellow performers.     "I didn't see you there!! H-how are you?"

  "You know? I love everything about him.   He's been a blessing the day he arrived.   But I think, most of all, it's his personality.   He's such the opposite of his father...and,   believe me, that's a good thing. I've always   been so frightened he'd turn out like his pa,   Philip. But my boy is good. He's kind. And   I'm proud of him."

   "He's a kind boy. Gentle. Good. He wouldn't hurt nobody.    Not even a spider or a fly. My Kurt is a sweet boy. There    ain't a lot of men like him left in the world. He'd treat a    complete stranger like he'd known them for years. He    just likes making friends, making people laugh. It's what    he does best."

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