Balloon Rifle Clown Shirt
Wili was a good kid, but the natural pigment of his skin often caused others to not take him seriously.
Wili’s earliest memory was of him learning to ride his bike as a child, the whole family was there as Wili became excited, and began to peddle faster. After reaching quite a high speed, he fell, first tumbling and then sliding along the pavement, his clothing ripped, and then his skin underneath. Once he stopped sliding, he lay on the ground trying to move, and through his teary eyes looked back at his family. His grandpa was holding his big fat belly like Santa Clause and shouted as he laughed “Do it again Clown!”
Then his whole family started a chant as they laughed “Clown! Clown! Clown! Clown!”.
It was no surprise to those of us who really knew Wili, that he would have such a strong attraction to guns later in life.