killing it

“How’s his mood tonight?” The sword swallower asked, nervously fiddling with his knives and blades. “Does it matter? Do your act, get the hell off the stage, and be grateful,” the juggler lamented. “It beats digging potatoes out in the snow.” “How’s the Fool doing? Many laughs?” the swallower asked. “I hear laughing, but it … Read moreYour Leg Should be Breaking