Some Clowns Spit Blood…and other ramblings about Chupacabras and Exorcisms.
I originally saw this written underneath a bridge in large spray painted letters, somewhere between the late 70s and early 1980s. I don’t think I saw it more than twice and I’m not sure where exactly I saw it. But obviously it made quite an impression on me.
I made the clown face up as an add-on to the verbiage. I have no idea what that meant or where it was actually. It had to be along the Colorado River (Parker, AZ or Needles, CA or Blythe, CA areas) during that period of time while I was driving around.
Anyway, for a long time I would write that line, draw this (see pic above) clown picture and sign my name as I signed birthday cards for co-workers when I worked at The Arizona Republic for a few years in the late 80s – early 90s. My co-workers were good sports about it. I don’t think I ever really fit into the whole corporate thing though.
Here’s some commentary offered by some friends on Facebook regarding those blood spitting clown bastards:
Lydia: Personally payasos scare me more than goat suckers. Maybe you can slap one of those Hannibal Lector masks on them so they don’t turn into chupaniños?
Christian: Clowns scare me and I’ve been physically assaulted and with bottle rockets no less by one. long story short, was talking with a friend in SF years later and figured out it was an ex-boyfriend of her’s, the world cannot be bigger to avoid clowns….
Pati: Clowns belong only in Hell
Christian: Well I’m probably going to end up in Hell So can’t we exile them to purgatory?
Pati: Noh. Incentive to be in Purgatory instead. Clowns, Celine Dion, Kenny G and any movie with Katherine Heigl are in Hell.
Sonia: Awe I like Celine Dion. I think clowns are just misunderstood losers hiding behind a mask. We all hide behind a mask. It’s just that we see theirs.
Lydia: Oh yeah, I can see that. The bloody clowns AND Exorcist marketing. “Demon Clowns Got U Down? Call 1-800-PADRE-KICKASS!” – in reference to my career change to becoming a Professional Exorcist or the chupacabra rental business.
Albert: That’s what they get when they try to eat Chango soup. Never eat Chango soup without first having Chupacabra lengua, it’s a form of Vicks for the stomach. It only works on clowns, they’re professionals.
Pati: CHUPACABRA MEAT IS MURDER!
And there you have it.
What payasos are in your wallet? What’s your take on clowns? Or more importantly, have you ever seen this scrawled on a bridge, or anywhere else for that matter?