Laughter is a distant memory for Jack, the clown. Life, as he knows is over for him. A prisoner by choice, will he find the will to live once again?He was a clown. An ugly clown at that. With his face painted a sickly white and his nose a blood red; the pockmarks and scars were hidden, but not the wood-like hardness that had got permanently etched. He had yellow straggly hair, it's texture almost like the bristles of a wo...
