Walkin' through the valley of sand and faded memories...
Mar 9, 2023 17:09:31 GMT
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Post by Roy Vezina on Mar 9, 2023 17:09:31 GMT
The scene opens in a vast sand struck wasteland. Nothing but dirt and dust for as far as the eye can see. With the sun beating down rather invasively, the camera slowly scans the immediate area before a large man comes into view. With his back to the camera and red cape flowing in the breeze, it only takes a few moments to realize it is El Cerdo Mostaza standing there. With a cigar hanging out of his mouth, Mostaza glares out into the endless lands of sand and heat.
El Cerdo Mostaza: I hate clowns.
With that, Cerdo kicks up some dirt as he begins to walk down a path as the camera follows along.
El Cerdo Mostaza: When I was a youngin' my pa brought me and my brothers to the circus every year when they rolled into town. We must have seen them perform at least a dozen times. Now my pa, he wasn't really a laughin' man. He never really much even cracked a smile but when we went to the circus, my ol' man would have a big smile on his face. I dunno if it was the lights or all them colors, but my pa really loved it there.
Mostaza chuckles a bit to himself for a moment, remembering years past.
El Cerdo Mostaza: Me, though? I done did hated it there. It was loud and crowded. People be stinkin', right on top of each other, trying to catch a look at the bearded lady. Goddamn, it was not my thing but we would always be there, each summer. Without a doubt. The thing that bothered me most was them damn clowns. Ugly sumsabitches. Big red noses and goofy faces, I hated it. I told my pa that I didn't want to go but he'd drag me there, year after year. Now, when I was bout thirteen, we done did went to the circus and sure enough them clowns were there and actin' a fool. One of them got a little to close and I done did knocked him right on his ass. One hook to that stupid big red nose and that sucker went down like a bag of bricks. You should have seen the uproar it caused. Police showed up and wanted to arrest me for assault and I be damned, my ol' man settled it all down. I don't know what he said but after talkin' to the circus folks and the po-po, he had everyone calmed down. We ended up leavin' early that night and on the way back home, my dad – my own flesh and blood – told me that I was a huge disappointment to him. All because of a goddamn clown gettin' too close, I lost my pa's respect.
In a rather off-setting way, we see genuine emotion from the usually loud, abrasive brawler.
El Cerdo Mostaza: Not too long after that, my ol' man dropped dead of a heart attack and the last real conversation I have of him, is him tellin' me that I am a disappointment. That's why I hate clowns. That's why Gloom or Doom or whatever the hell his name is better be ready for a world of hurt. My ol' man has been dirt down for the last twenty years but that's hurt is something I still feel. That hurt is gonna be something, Gloom the freak clown feels. Now I'm not one to talk about my feelin', that's sissy shit, but I can tell you this, I have held back this hurt feelin' for too long and I am gonna make sure I get every single ounce of it out and smash my fist into Glum's face with it. Every ounce of pain for me is every ounce of pain for Glum. Boy, you are in for one hell of a night. Spring Chicken is gonna be one hell of a circus for you, son. Best be ready.
With that, El Cerdo Mostaza continues to walk into the sandlands as the sun glare starts to fill the screen and we fade to black.
El Cerdo Mostaza: I hate clowns.
With that, Cerdo kicks up some dirt as he begins to walk down a path as the camera follows along.
El Cerdo Mostaza: When I was a youngin' my pa brought me and my brothers to the circus every year when they rolled into town. We must have seen them perform at least a dozen times. Now my pa, he wasn't really a laughin' man. He never really much even cracked a smile but when we went to the circus, my ol' man would have a big smile on his face. I dunno if it was the lights or all them colors, but my pa really loved it there.
Mostaza chuckles a bit to himself for a moment, remembering years past.
El Cerdo Mostaza: Me, though? I done did hated it there. It was loud and crowded. People be stinkin', right on top of each other, trying to catch a look at the bearded lady. Goddamn, it was not my thing but we would always be there, each summer. Without a doubt. The thing that bothered me most was them damn clowns. Ugly sumsabitches. Big red noses and goofy faces, I hated it. I told my pa that I didn't want to go but he'd drag me there, year after year. Now, when I was bout thirteen, we done did went to the circus and sure enough them clowns were there and actin' a fool. One of them got a little to close and I done did knocked him right on his ass. One hook to that stupid big red nose and that sucker went down like a bag of bricks. You should have seen the uproar it caused. Police showed up and wanted to arrest me for assault and I be damned, my ol' man settled it all down. I don't know what he said but after talkin' to the circus folks and the po-po, he had everyone calmed down. We ended up leavin' early that night and on the way back home, my dad – my own flesh and blood – told me that I was a huge disappointment to him. All because of a goddamn clown gettin' too close, I lost my pa's respect.
In a rather off-setting way, we see genuine emotion from the usually loud, abrasive brawler.
El Cerdo Mostaza: Not too long after that, my ol' man dropped dead of a heart attack and the last real conversation I have of him, is him tellin' me that I am a disappointment. That's why I hate clowns. That's why Gloom or Doom or whatever the hell his name is better be ready for a world of hurt. My ol' man has been dirt down for the last twenty years but that's hurt is something I still feel. That hurt is gonna be something, Gloom the freak clown feels. Now I'm not one to talk about my feelin', that's sissy shit, but I can tell you this, I have held back this hurt feelin' for too long and I am gonna make sure I get every single ounce of it out and smash my fist into Glum's face with it. Every ounce of pain for me is every ounce of pain for Glum. Boy, you are in for one hell of a night. Spring Chicken is gonna be one hell of a circus for you, son. Best be ready.
With that, El Cerdo Mostaza continues to walk into the sandlands as the sun glare starts to fill the screen and we fade to black.