I’ve always been a fan of the sad, mad, ambivalent, funny clown. Over a decade ago, when I worked as a buyer at a vintage clothing store in Pennsylvania, a tiny keychain came in with a bag of clothing. Shaped like a teardrop, the clown inside also had a tear painted on his cheek. It reminded me of some of my favorite people. I kept the keychain for myse…
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