Tracy Fulks is one year sober. I’m proud of you, my friend. Tracy asked if I could write a post about my own battles with drugs and alcohol addiction. I did, and I did it on Tracy’s blog. In solidarity. It’s an earnest post, and you can find it here. I will join you there.
I’m excited. The culprit? Madame Weebles: Reason #1: She’s magnificent. Reason #2: After much googling, I found a picture of her. I’m sharing. Reason #3: She thinks Geddy Lee is hot. Geddy Lee is Canadian. Le Clown is Canadian. Therefore Le Clown is hot. Reason #4: Madame Weebles published a guest post on Black Box … Continue reading
It’s called a belly, or as Le Clown affectionately calls his, a one-ab™. You’ve seen the pictures, Le Clown is pretty. Pictures don’t lie, but they sure do hide that extra weight: a large shirt, a very long and deep breath, and say cheese (hello, Oxford comma)! Le Clown started drinking when he was just … Continue reading
Le Clown is a sensible man, albeit being an emotional maelstrom. Arguably our world’s greatest life strategist, Le Clown dazzles his surrounding with his commonsensical everyday choices, and magnanimity: Le Clown allows panhandlers to bother him for money ; Lord Evil Poppy may call Le Clown “Dad” ; Le Clown welcomes new readers to his … Continue reading
While I was applying my clown make-up this morning, I noticed some old broken capillaries on my nose, courtesy of my many years of heavy boozing. It might be news for some, but Le Clown is a recovering alcoholic, and a former drug addict. Le Clown partied real hard, for a very long time, starting … Continue reading