Vague Insanty 064

There's this door down the hall that I never open. It just sits there and stays closed, and is generally weird. Someone in the 1960s painted a clown on it, and now all the colors are faded but the giant smile remains, laughing at me. There is no secret I can tell that it doesn't already know, deep inside.

I guess one day I'll open the happy clown door and see where it goes and what it does. I think it leads to a secret garden. And in that secret garden, near an old stone wall, sits a bear named JoJo.

Jojo is carrying a giant, happy, stripy beach ball, and he beckons me to play with him. He's there, teasing me. Think of the joy, playing beach volleyball with a Grizzly.

I think he'd probably rip my face off. Maybe, if I let him get first serve, he'll be happy.

I don't know. So I think I'll just sit in the garden, looking at the bear, trying not to glance back at the clown door, and maybe drink some guava juice, and relax in my newly freed mind.