>Anon can't remember that last time he had a good laugh. Joyous occasions yes…laughter no. More of a constant sorrow.
Well I am laughing my ass off for the clown show I now call my life, clowns instead of family, clowns instead of friends, and it goes on and on and on in my memory and now the only thing I can see crystal clear is the whole circus for what it was so far with tent, obstacles and even the saw dust inside the piste.