Some Clown Part 1 Comments

Stretches of clouds crawl across the chromatic horizon, the sun slowly dips behind scattered sky scrappers, dwindling rays of light reflects off windshields and bicycle helmets.
The night is falling slowly as everyone rushes to get home.
Imperious horns are sounded from the locomotion of traffic, children giggle and waling while running through the little space of playgrounds left in the cement jungle with the last breath of energy for the day, sidewalks with roller blades and rubbish and homeless entertainers; worn out people shouting, waiters of restaurants, bellhops of hotels, and aggressive bouncers of clubs scurry about preparing for drunks and other clientele. Hums from neon signs slowly beckon a drink or a bite to eat or a seat.
Heavy thumps of muffled house beats, clips of doors opening and slamming.
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