Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Long story short: the clowns done got me.
Short story long: 3 masked mofos decided to egg the windshield of my truck and take my visibility down to absolute zero. This caused me to run off the road and suffer some mild head trauma. After that it's just bits and pieces. However, I do remember them walking towards my vehicle like it was a damn horror movie and I was really about to get got.
I don't think they actually intended to hurt me or knew that I was hurt. I think they were just stupid and didnt think their plan through.
My truck took a wiffle bat to the bumper and I ended up outside the truck. I probably got myself out of the truck because after that I remember running a lot and swinging something around my head.
It turns out, from what I was told, I apparently chased the clowns for several miles screaming and cursing the whole way while trying to pummel them with a monkey's fist (think a somewhat intricate knot wrapped around a 1 pound steel ball attached to a long lanyard. It was on an episode of Spongebob once but it's usually used as an attachable weight so you can throw a rope easier.) before throwing up and passing out.
Adrenaline caused by a concussion and pent up rage is a hell of a drug.
Woah there Hamilton... Nice...
Get well soon. I hope those clowns learnt their lesson.
In other news: A killer clown was spotted in the Philippines. He was prompty beaten up by a group of street rats. And this is why, ladies and gentlemen, Asia is dangerous. We don't need clowns, we have enough shit here.