~ Psydsho ~
Let's see...I was born somewhere in the midwest (i believe). I want to say somewhere in the Dakotas. I was abandoned by my parents when I was a little child. I believe I was about a year or so. My parents were no doubt a couple of tree-hugging, no job having, acid eating, traveling with the Dead, dirty, rotten, hippies. Obviously...
who else would abandon their kid. They were probably so hopped up on dope that they didn't notice that their sweet prince was nowhere to be seen. Anyhoo, a warm and loving couple had been traveling with the circus when they stumbled upon me just wandering around looking for food. Eating whatever I could find. They took me in as their own. They worked in the circus sideshow as the strong man and the bearded lady. They showed me all the beautiful things of the world. Everything from fine music, to breathtaking art, ect...
They showed me endless amounts of patience and love, and direction. They were truly wonderful people. Their lives were cut short after being with them for eight glorious years. My mother (what I would come to call her) died from cancer. My father would follow her a short time after. Some say it was from a broken heart. I think it was an overdose brought on by depression. But whatever, I'm not a doctor. We threw them on a bonfire. Not at the same time, for it had been months between their deaths. That's the "carney way", I guess. Or it was the bosses way. I don't think my parents were well liked by the rest of the sideshow community. They had no children of their own. When they left, I had to fend for myself. No one really took me under their wing. The others would make sure I had what I needed to survive, but always for a price. I was also left unprotected from the likes of the clowns. Clowns are truly vile creatures. I believe that they're actually not human. I never met a clown that I liked. They thought it was funny to get all housed on whatever substance they could get their stupid assed hands on and play cruel, and abusive practical jokes on a helpless, defenseless child. Who, by the way, never did anything to deserve any of the punishment that he received. You see, when my father was around, they wouldn't get away with any of their horrible jokes. But when he died...now one came to the rescue. I learned a great deal in those years. I learned to rely on no one but myself. I learned that I had the ability to take a great deal of punishment. I learned how to adjust to truly being alone in this world. I also learned about my identity. Who i was. Why I was put on this planet. My one, true calling. My only reason for living. To hunt and eliminate all clowns.
