A Cotton Candy Autopsy by David Louapre

“That’s when something in me snapped and I was kicking that front door in before I knew what I was doing. Screaming kids, running, crying . . . . And that woman standing there with her big fat mouth open on the phone like she seen the devil himself. I grab a couple bottles off the counter without so much as a thank you and they all know not to come near me. It was the first time I ever saw someone scared of me, and I got off. I stared ‘em down and strolled out real slow. Never burn a clown.”

-David Louapre, 1989