I heard this song on the radio the other day, and the guy was singing that his name was Carnival.
Arthur...
Which is crazy, because that’s my clown name at work. And until a little while ago, it was like nobody ever saw me. Even I didn’t know if I really existed.
Arthur, I have some bad news for you.
You don’t listen, do you? I don’t think you ever really hear me. You just ask the same questions every week. “How’s your job? Are you having any negative thoughts?” All I have are negative thoughts, but you don’t listen anyway. I said, for my whole life, I didn’t know if I even really existed. But I do. And people are starting to notice.
They’ve cut our funding. We’re closing down our offices next week. The city has cut funding across the board. Social Services is part of that. This is the last time we’ll be meeting.
Okay.
They don’t give a shit about people like you, Arthur. And they really don’t give a shit about people like me either.
How am I supposed to get my medication now? Who do I talk to?
I’m sorry, Arthur.
