Otto’s life had been a string of distastrously bad decisions. He thought he found his niche as a clown at childrens’ birthday parties. Something, however, went very wrong. Today had been a blur of sirens, flashing lights and yelling. Unsure of how incarceration ended up on today’s agenda, he prayed for a chance to change his brightly colored jumpsuit, still soiled from his habit of taking laxatives recreationally.