Evicted clown. Stream of consciousness.

Calm down, calm down. Down the cheeks, over the brow. There's places I can go, calm down. Round the lips, the nose. I could ask Andy....maybe not, he's got a girlfriend now. Now the black, the eyes, delicately now. Damn, forgot the neck. Amateur! It's a process, gotta keep an order to it. How much money do I have left? Maybe I can avoid paying those last bills. Maybe Danny - he's got a nice place. Still, haven't spoken since July. That's it, now the eyes. We could meet for coffee, it'll come up, he'll have to offer. Bugger! Smudged it. Calm down, it's going to be okay. Just, let's stop for a moment, let my hands relax. No! They're watching - can't show weakness. Cardinal rule. It's for the kids. Mum and dad? Last resort. Let's try again. Sweeping vertical lines, good. Is dad ashamed of me? Can't think about that now. And completing the cross. Excellent, I'm in control. Where's the red? God, where's the red, where's my fucking red there it is. Calm down, it'll work out. Whoever heard of a homeless clown - it doesn't happen. Can't happen. Danny, that's the way. If not Danny, then who? Easy around the cheeks, gotta keep it even - blast! Right, where's the white again? I can get a new place. Might take time. How long have I got? A week? Shit! Ten minutes! Okay, easy with the red this time. Good, great. I'm ready to roll. Stay still, legs. Stop shaking. We'll be fine.