I went to clown school and found unhappiness.
I went to clown school to perhaps set free an inner voice.
I emerged a mime.

After 15 years I emerge with an alternative persona, which I inhabit daily, unhappily and almost without pity.

A primitive ceremony by a primitive technician
Lurk is spiteful, cruel, untrustworthy, deceitful, completely silent and
hilarious.

The ultimate niche marketing.

I hide behind corners and submit pedestrians to indignities.
Its my premise of choice.
Richly comic as I am a clown.
A rare clown as my character "Lurk"
Is deeply unhappy, massively resentful, wholeheartedly selfish and
thoroughly dissatisfied with himself, his audience, passers by and life
itself.

I am still shocked and intrigued by the content of my show.
On paper my interactions could be judged cruel, abusive, sociopathic,
disturbed.
I, after all simulate strangling the public for a living.
I also unsexually (as only a clown could) push old ladies faces into my
crotch.
Still we keep coming back to
Richly comic as I am a clown."Watching my show is like sitting on a crate of beer near an icy corner,
watching car after car creep around, lose control, and slide slowly off the
road or into the car that has crashed before it."