First of all, I am not a pedophile.  I am not a pervert.  I’m a clown.  A frickin’ clown.  And you know what I hate about it?  I’m not depressed.  I’m not creepy.  I’m not some weird old dude who likes to hit on mothers at their children’s birthday party.  Yeah.  Like some hot 30 year old mom is mentally undressing you while you’re wearing a clown suit.  I do it because I like the kids.  I mean, there are kids out there who really like clowns.  I make their day.  I like that.  I mean, hey, if you think I’m creepy, don’t hire me.  Because some kids really like me.  And it’s a job.  I mean, do you know how hard it is to find steady work with a record?  People don’t want details.  It doesn’t matter what you’ve done or why.  But this is a steady gig.  They don’t drug test.  And if you come to work totally wasted.  I mean, who’s going to know?  As long as you don’t smell like a friggin’ distillery, or you don’t puke on the poodle.  It’s a good job.  It pays the rent.