As the wounded clown with smeared make up bleeds out onto the pavement to examine his flat tire, his girlfriend Bubbles sends him a text saying shes leaving his ass for a mime with the courtesy of a sex pic. Going to his trunk to retrieve his spare the rusted latch is forced open cutting off a finger in a process. Wrapping his hand with his rainbow bow tie, he finally manages to replace the tire, getting in and driving away he's shocked by his radio. About mile away his car stalls, stepping out it begins to downpour washing away the whites and reds of what was left of his professional persona. Three drenched steps forward in his busted big red shoes, bleeding profusely the car gets hit by a single bolt of lightening and within a blink his precious POS car explodes sending shrapnel into his body. Left with nothing but a pocket full of balloons and a dead cellphone the enraged clown slumps in the middle of the road and yells
"WHAT ELSE YOU GOT!? "
With a flash of light he's hit by a bus, caught on the undercarrage by his smiley face suspenders he's dragged to his death. When the bus stops Bubbles and her yoga instructor, mime boyfriend step out and have sex in the bathroom of the bus station.
The frustrations and pain in a writer's life can never be worse than imagined