I was raised by a wild pack of circus clowns. No really! I have proof!My parents thought it would be cool to have a clown troup but were dismayed to learn a troup was three or more clowns. So they took to creating more (whoops!)and more (whoops!) and more. Now they had the equivalent of half a basketball team of writhing infants and small children and proceded to train my three brothers and I in the mysterious ways of the clown. We learned antics and hooperacting. We learned proper rubber nose placement and the art of the rubber chicken. Alas, Alack, and Alaska...it was not to last. Papa clown got itchy britches and headed on down the pike and we were reintroduced into polite society. Mama clown got a real job and went back to college. My three brothers and I have all carved niches for ourselves in the outside world. I found I could draw and currently make some if not most of my lettuce from my artwork. Curious? I have a little website at
www.theamazingcaricatureshow.blogspot.com
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