I'm not a party clown, but I do have a few tricks and treats for Halloween. You've gotta know, I don't do parties. What's here in my pocket? A lipstick, smeared with greasy paint, and a lighter. There's also something else. My satin gloved hand pulls out a box of smokes. Flicking the lighter, I smirk as I prepare to make my mouth drip with disgusting tar. You can tell from my teeth and grimace, I'm not one of those fun party clowns that smiles and makes jokes or creates balloon sculptures. Smearing on the black lipstick, I drool and spit as I inhale deeply. Exhaling into your face, I take a deep breath and then blown it right at you. I scowl, smearing my lipstick on the filter of my smokes, inhaling again. Finally, nearly burnt all the way to the base and covered in lipstick prints, I grip the butt of the smoke between my lips, inhaling and exhaling a few times without removing it from my lips. I drool and spit, smearing my lipstick more, then releasing a huge exhale, filling the room with thick smoke. Can you breathe? I told you, I'm not that type of party clown.