That Clown

the other day, i was in a pie fight. you know, it happens.

i was in dolores park, throwing pie at harvey, who was wearing a bra made out of rubber chickens. you know, like you wear sometimes. me and her and some other people, throwing pie.

i was wearing this waitress dress and was covered in pudding and whipped cream and, to be honest, not all that presentable. i walked over to talk to D and John. they hadn't been fighting with pie because they had important non-pie business. this gentleman, with a dog, stood near us. his dog came over to lick my leg because, you know, pie.

and the man tugged his dog away from me and said under his breath, "oh jeez. don't lick that clown!"

i think that's absolutely perfect.