"The past is a dreadful heavy thing to think about. The present is a pain in the ass in live in. The future seems
hopeless I quote "Insanity doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." Albert Einstein..
[He starts off with a strong confident tone] He makes a good point why keep doing the same thing over and over again?
It's complete madness!" Clint seems to be talking to himself out loud. And with a burst of laughter. And afterwards
A smile! A evil smile, if you could see.
Clint laying in bed strapped down. Tight. His focus on the padded ceiling, his expression on his face is happy. Why not?
He is somewhere safe, away from self destruction. Then it starts, Clint starts to hear sounds, Delusional Disorder
Kicks in. He wasn't given in pills or shots for it. No one knows he has it except him. He hides fairly well he does.
[Sounds of laughter, screaming, roller coaster on the metal tracks very loud is heard] Oh we're at the city fair.
How wonderful, the many colorful lights on all the rides. The smell of fair food burgers, ribs, hotdogs, corn dogs.
Rigged Games being played by all ages how fun. You been to the haven't you? Of course! Who hasn't!?
The bed Clint is on, it sinks into the padded floor below. Slowly, Clint knows its not really happening. But it looks
As real. And to him it feels real. It sinks so low, and so far. The darkness of the room, leaves no light below.
The darkness, but it something strange happens. It changes to a fair setting, rather fast paced too. Could you
Imagine this happening to you? Strapped in tight, in a bed. Can't move nothing except your eye balls. The feeling
Of being sucked below. No one to help, you. The first thought could be its the devil wanting you. Its time to pay
for your sins. Or maybe its just you being Delusional Doe's it sound fun now?
But it doesn't matter. The bed where it sinked down close's up the large gap of the padded floor.
Then he gets even more delusional, or maybe its Clint reliving the past child hood.just the past. He is at the city fair, not in the bed no more. But a free man, he seems to be in a different clothes. Street clothes. The surroundings seems to be a blur, but you can easily tell its a city fair type place. Perhaps this is a past scene with Clint remembers well. The bed is gone, and he is walking. With a smile still on his face. It hasn't changed, this may seem strange to you. But this is normal for Clint. Everything is blurry except three people ahead of him. Seems like a grown married couple and there two young children, by the mothers side. You could see as clear as Clint see's them from behind. And hear them clear as well. Following there pace. All the members of the family of four are holding hands to stay together. The young boy, at the End to the right holding his sisters hand.
"Would you stop holding my hand so tight!" The young child that's seems to Be at the age of ten says to her little brother. "It's just a clown. Nothing to be scared of." She says to her little Brother again.
"Jennifer be nice to Clint" The father says.
"I was just telling him.." The young sister lets go Of her little brothers hand. To be relief from the hard grip.The conversation between the husband and wife seem to be private and focus on each other. Rather there own children in such a large crowd. The young Clint stops and looks behind And looks through the adult Clint. And see's the clown walking away to the opposite detraction. The young Clint
Follows the clown, the Adult Clint moves out of the way of the young Clint. Both Clints follow the clown.
The sister, is distracted by the wonders around and is confident her brother is behind her. Following the clown who drops the ballon animal in the open mouth clown trash can. The clown seems to be heading
to the red and white large stripped tint.
