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Inside the diner Don and Grumbles the drug free clown sat. "Look Grumbo! It's the Mona Lisa!" Grumbles the drug free clown, who never was one for art, looked over Don's masterpiece: small cups of coffee creamer stacked on top of each other, resembling nothing in particular. Grumbles thought back to his high school art teacher who told him he would never succeed in life if he didn't foster a love of art. So far, her prediction had been right.
"Don't look like nothing to me kid. Where's the restroom in this God forsaken place, huh? What's a man gotta do to piss, huh?
"I think it's thata way Grumbo. You alright friend? You still experiencing the DT's?" Don feared Grumbles would lapse back into the heroin at anytime. He felt it was his sole duty to protect Grumbles from the horror of addiction.
"Yeah. I guess. I'll be back. I gotta piss." As Grumbles walked away, his clown shoes squeaked and everyone in the diner watched Grumbles without looking.
Don first found Grumbles while working his security job. There had been a ruckus on the far side of the complex, and when Don went to investigate he found a middle aged man laying face down in a puddle dressed in clown garb: red, squeaky shoes; yellow parachute pants held up by blue suspenders and accented by purple stars; white and red face paint and a head bald except for a cresent moon of ripe cherry red. The odd thing was that Grumbles had no upper clown wear; only a white tee shirt covered his cheat. Don took Grumbles inside the security shack and fought six hours to keep him alive.
"I usta be in college," Grumbles had mumbled. "Just that damn fiction writing class. Seventy thousand words ain't no short story!" Grumbles then lapsed into a fit of vomiting and another hour of silence would pass before he awoke, repeated the same phrase, vomited and went back to sleep. Don considered saving Grumbles' life one of his greatest achievements.
"Resolve," Don had thought. "To do better. This is the best I can do." And Don was rewarded for his efforts with a new friend who had inherited enough money from her father's passing to retire early.
"That's why I hit the circus circuit. I figured it'd be fun. The circus is where I found the heroin," Grumbles had told Don one starless night as they stood on a c towering cliff overlooking the infinite west coast.
"Why didn't you try another drug? Something not so deadly?" Don had asked.
"You gotta remember kid. This was he ninties. Heroin was the thing to do. And me with all this money. Didn't seem like there was anything better going on. Times were simplier then."
Grumbles had been in the bathroom sometime, and Don began to worry that Grumbles may have picked up some junk somewhere. Don stood to go knock on the bathroom door, but his first step was stopped by a man's voice:
"Don't nobody move! This is a robbery!" The man aimed his pistol towards Don who was still standing. "You wanna play hero, tough guy? You better sit still if you know what's good for you! Don was happy to oblige so he sat dow and stayed still. "DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE? YOU GOT SOMETHING OVER THERE I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT?"
"DON'T GIVE HIM ANY TROUBLE," a customer yelled from beneath a table. "JUST DO WHAT HE WANTS!"
"You told me to sit still. So I'm sitting. Isn't that what you wanted?" Don was confused. He had only ment to do what was asked of him
"Of, a funny guy, huh? You'll be funny with your brains splattered all over this place won't you? WON'T YO-" There was a report, and Don was covered in blood. The thief fell to his knees and slumped to the ground. Don saw the bullet's entrance into the back of man's skull had ripped the hindhead apart.
"DON!" Don looked over his shoulder and saw Grumbles the armed drug free clown standing in front of the restroom door., stil ready to shoot if circumstance asked. "Don. Go outside and start the car."
Once the car was started, Grumbles unloaded his pistol, tucked it back into his parachute pants, and walked to the cash register. "Here's a twenty. Keep the change," he said as he honked his nose and disappeared into the night.