we met in a dark, dank, haunted house one fateful night. it all began with hiding under tables, throwing various foods at everyone there, and many, many (many) movie quotes were slung back and forth.
this clown is a good freak to have in your corner... or in your basement...okay, maybe someone else's basement.
now, a few years and a few guinness have gone by (THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A NOON HANGOVER ON ST. PATRICK'S DAY) and even though he's not in the neighborhood these days, he's still in my thoughts.