Trains
Friday, February 22nd, 2008Rainbow Clown News reporters do a lot of train travel. If you’re serious about the modern day mode of clown journalism then you need to use a train really. I use them five days a week, and sometimes you see some amazing stuff.
Last night I encountered a very peculiar person while riding on a train to Petrie in pursuit of some rumoured clown. I was sitting in the carriage, smoking of course, when I began to notice a peculiar fellow playing canasta alone. He was at least seven foot tall, had wavy red hair, and his tobacco seemed to me to be elementally wealthy with curling wispy grey green tentacles of lichen.
After I while I grew bored at watching him and returned to my novel. And later I got off at Petrie and went in pursuit of that clown. No luck. Bloody clowns.