It's easy to look at this picture and see a graffiti art of a clown(most likely the infamous D.C. Villain - the Joker) spray painted on a wall. It's also quite easy to see that in this painting said clown is wearing a McDonald's employee outfit. And if you look closely enough you would also see a McDonald's outlet at the back. All these are fine and true but however, I see something much more deeper, a despair much more terrifying, an agony much more unbearable, a troubled Soul in dire distress.
Ah.... alone, so alone this person must've been: mistreated, unloved, unappreciated. Hmm... a true tragedy indeed. I feel that was the reason he had chosen to represent himself as a lonely, miserable, and perhaps even underpaid clown. Perhaps he even perceived his own work place as a prison. An endless trail of misery.
I feel a troubled artist whom has projected all of his sorrow into one burden bore - this painting. This individual has completely immersed himself in the theatrics of the D.C. character - joker - so much so that it has become his alter ego. But why? Why ever does he feel this way? What brought him to feel this way? And most importantly... to what extent of sorrow and despair does one have to go through in order to be driven to commit such a cruel and vile act??
For this alone, I urge you to read what follows below....
In my entire life, i never ever thought it was possible to feel so alone. So alone that even if died today, I know my words thoughts and actions would become as invisible as the atmosphere that surrounds us. Nothing would have even mattered. I wouldn't have mattered. Because to the world- dead or alive - I never existed.
Uh... life became much harder for me when I turned 21 and dropped outta college- that was truly the beginning of the end for me. I later got a girl but it turns out she was insane. Ha!... the little witch actually stabbed me in the back before she left- literally. Then I went on doing lots and LOTS of drugs, getting arrested a couple times, and drinking so much alcohol to the point that I could barely even feel my own body. I was really at the point of fading away from existence. Oh...i didn't think it was even possible for things to get any worse but Mmmm wrong! it did.
You know that old expression "..... are the bane of my existence? Well, that dash was my dead end job at a certain McDonald's outlet in queens. Every day I would sit at the counter listening and watching horrible people mock me for my skin condition while still bossing me around to get their burger and bullshit.... God! I hated those people so much. They're were so horrible. You know what's even worse? Faking a smile for them- for the customers.
My worst years were at this Hell joint. And I'm not kidding. So many bad things have happened to me here: One night my good for nothing boss ordered me to work overtime at a night shift and that same night, I was mugged, shot , and beating to a pulp by a bunch of robbers. Another time, I was ordered to fill in as the clown for a child's birthday party in the restaurant because my face resembled that of a clown's. Sometimes customers would even reject the food I served them because they were uncomfortable with how I looked. Perhaps they feared I did something to the food. To be honest, I didn't. Although I wish I did.
I was basically a servant, no! a clown to these people! They would stare at me, laugh at me, curse at me, take pictures and expect me to still serve them! But no, not anymore. Not anymore....
I won't lie, I have always been fascinated by the joker and his journey to insanity and after watching the 2019 movie - Joker- last night , I have become convinced that I want to be just like him. The joker, regardless of him being a fictional character, is the only one that understands me. He decided to commit ill to society because society treated him that way in the first place and so that is what I had to do. That is what I did....
At exactly 7:00am on Tuesday, I showed up to work at McDonald's in a Full on clown costume. Obviously I got some weird and hurtful remarks. Hah! Someone even said "Hey Arthur... you've finally found your true identity huh?". Haha...I didn't get angry when he said this no!...for I knew that soon enough he wouldn't be laughing anymore.
Noon struck and the Mid day rush began, a time when the restaurant is swarmed with the largest amount of customers ordering shit. Needless to say, this was my opportunity to have the last laugh. They wanted a clown right? So I was going to give it to them.
Slowly, but cautiously, I made my way to the kitchen and then added a large dose of rat poison to each and every person's lunches including those of my fellow McDonald employees. Then, I casually walked out of the restaurant.
Minutes later, what was then a loud restaurant turned to a silent graveyard. I could hear the hypnotic sounding of the sirens. It's tune almost made me to start dancing even. But before I finally fled the scene, I made sure I left a mark on a wall near the building so in that way, it would be known that it was their beloved clown who took their laughter away... Forever!!!!
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