The Eye Of A Clown

This deer had been on the sidewalk for two days and no one was going to come and claim it, so I finally said, “I need to go research this” because I’m always studying dead things. And when I got up there I saw that his horns were cut off. I thought it was pretty sh–ty that someone would leave a dead deer for somebody else to pick up, but take the horns for some sort of display of what? I just don’t understand it. I don’t get it. You can’t make me understand it, either. But that disturbed me.

And when I looked at it, I didn’t know what this foam stuff was — this red stuff. And I found out later that, apparently, deer have this foam in their lungs, and sometimes, when they’re hit and crushed, this foam comes out that’s lighter than cotton. The wind was just blowing it.

On my way there, my brother-in-law saw me driving and said, “Hey, man, you taking a picture of that deer?” And I said, “Yeah.” And he goes, “Yeah, I saw that thing running around in a chaotic state through the suburb like it didn’t know what was going on.” It turns out that the damn deer had a stigmatism in his right eye and never saw it coming.

So I decided to make him a rock star. This guy’s big and he’s gonna be big and hopefully millions of people will celebrate his final moments of life. He was a beautiful creature and there he lay for unfortunate matters, but let’s make him forever, shall we?