Tears of The Clown: A Childhood Memory

I remember once as a boy, crying about something, the cause of which now eludes me. My father, never a man of unlimited patience, scowled at me and said: “Listen to me, boy. If you don’t stop crying right this second I’m going to give you something to cry about!”

“Please don’t make me watch ‘Brian’s Song’ again,” I responded, my tears screeching to a halt.

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