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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: CLOWN (02/13/20)
My name is Jacob Meskowitz. With a name like that most people would stereotype me as a Rabbi. Instead, ever since I was in grade school, all I wanted to be was a cowboy. I remember the day when I gave my report in front of the class on "What I want to be when I grow up". My classmates laughed at me until I went and hid in the bathroom crying for the rest of the day.

The following week, during library time, I found a book about rodeo clowns, and decided right there and then I was going to grow up to be a rodeo clown.

Regrettably, though I spent hours watching rodeo clowns on TV and practicing, I couldn't land a job as a rodeo clown.

Then that fateful day happened. I was broke, and the rent was due, my car was in danger of being repossessed, and I only had a can of tuna and half a box of noodles to eat. I was in my clown suit, complete with makeup and prop weapon, so I had the "bright" idea to rob a bank. Naturally I couldn't rob the bank I used as a customer, since it would look funny if I walked in with enough cash to cover my debts when a clown had just robbed them. I had heard of some nut in a costume running around stopping crime, so I picked a bank on the edge of town and went in right before closing time.

So I strolled in, tweaking the horn, tousling kids' hair, and doing a silly soft shoe right up to the guard. Then I hauled off and punched him.

The bank employees and customers froze in shock as I sauntered up to the nearest teller and demanded, "Give me all the money in the bank, and nobody else needs to get hurt." To emphasize my point, I drew my gun, shoved it against a man's head and growled, "Now, or do I have to shoot him?" In less than five minutes the tellers' drawers were emptied into a large trash bag. I half expected them to have a canvas bag with dollar signs on it like on TV. I jammed my gun harder against my hostage and shouted, "The safe, too! I did say all the money."

Suddenly, I heard a sound like a gust of wind, and felt my gun and the bag taken from my hands. I was just an amateur then. Now-a-days I'd have a whole bag of gimmicks to deal with costumed crime fighters, but that was then, and this is now.

All I could do was stare at his yellow and indigo costume, and not respond when he boomed in a deep voice that seemed to start in his toes, "Didn't anyone teach you that stealing is wrong, jester?"

So that's how I got dubbed the Jester. But he wasn't finished speaking. "Lets see how many charges I can add up. Battery, assault, armed robbery..."

I don't know why I interrupted his little speech, but I felt a need to defend myself and shouted, "The gun isn't real, so how can you accuse me of armed robbery?"

"Tell it to the judge, jester," he smirked.

Then I found myself in a cell with my greasepaint scrubbed off so roughly my face felt raw. One of the officers working the area spoke into her radio. "Looks like the Speedster brought us another one. I think I remember him from school."

I couldn't hear the response, but when she spoke into her radio again she snickered, "Yeah, when he was in second grade he wanted to be a cowboy. From the way he's dressed, I guess being a cowboy didn't work out. It looks like he tried to pull a bank heist."

As she approached my cell with a bundle of orange clothes and a male officer, I could see it was Crystal Martin, the little redheaded girl who sat in front of me at school. Now approaching six feet, well muscled, and looking extremely fit, I found myself wishing I had stayed in touch with her. She looked at my costume and asked, "So who,re you supposed to be?"

I sighed, and tried to keep my chin up as I answered deFiantly, "Call me the Jester."
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Barbara Culler 
02/21/20
Interesting little peek into a character's life. I'd like to hear more!
C D Swanson 
02/21/20
Well written story.
You nailed the topic.
Well done,
Blessings~
Marlene Custer 
02/22/20
Interesting story. Makes me wonder how much might be true.
Jim Harrison
02/23/20
Good story, we never know who's watching or when our past is going to rear its sometimes ugly head. This officer had fantastic recall, but from the second grade?
Art Westefeld
02/27/20
To the person who wondered if this was true, it was a VERY loose adaption of the Joker movie