Pastel Clown

Date: 1/10/2018

I was at work on a holiday. It was very busy and it was just me and another there. Customers were pissed. The call center was in a garden with these large grey columns and kind of like a canopy of leaves/devils ivy above us. After my shift, Cuyler and I went to a liquor store. The store was back in Edison Park across from where that fast food place used to be that I would go to as a kid. I went inside and tons of people were there, especially in the entrance. I lost Cuyler so went upstairs to look for him. There was an escalator that was very bright white in contrast with the dirty colorful store. Upstairs, my mom was there. We were looking at caramel frozen alcoholic drinks. I remember so many drinks looked so good. Then she kept saying nigger outloud and I kept yelling at her. At one point she said it next to the hodgetwins and I knocked her down to the floor. Then I saw Bill Miller and a pastel clown climb over a shelf. I forgot what we were talking about. I just remember calling him pastel clown. one of my friends said her mom was dating the clown and i think he left her. eventually I found cuyler...so we all gathered to stalk this clown. we followed him to his apartment complex which was really bland for a clown. someone turned into gollem and crouched next to his door which had a window in it. He was trying to look inside but the clown could have seen him through the window if he lifted his head.