Sunday Mornin' at the Women's Prison

Hello!,

After our first sweaty clowning experience we had two casualties, a stolen clown nose and an orange monkey with a disfigured tail. Ironically enough our first clown gig was at a womens prison. The last time I was out of the U.S. it was when I was fleeing from an El Salvadorian prison. The difference being, before I was commited and now I was just visiting. Congo Line after congo line, bubba teeth, dance parties, flipping, hopping, schwooping, live music, bubble blowing, hugging, painting, and feather dusting about sums it up Wheeew it was hott. ... I'm at a loss for words at the moment. The women convicted in this prison were mostly there for theft, prostitution, and drugs. Poverty has led them there, in a place where stealing can be seen as an oppurtunity. When these women came in the large hall they acted like prisoners, and when they left they were party animals. Hootn N' Hollern', laughing, clapping, they were transformed in about an hour. Pretty amazing...