You look nervous. Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got ‘em? Come here…hey…look at me. So I had a wife, beautiful, like you, who tells me, I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep…with the sharks. One day, they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can’t take it. I just wanna see her smile again…hmm. I just want her to know that I don’t care about the scars. So…I stick a razor in my mouth and do this…to myself. And you know what? SHE CAN’T STAND THE SIGHT OF ME! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I’m always smiling!
You wanna know how I got these scars? My father…was…a drinker. And a fiend. And one night, he goes off craaazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not…one…BIT. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me, and he says, “WHY SO SERIOUS?” He comes at me with the knife, “WHY SO SERIOUS?!” Sticks the blade in my mouth, “LET’S PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!” Aaaand…why so serious?
introduce a little anarchy … upset the established order … and everything becomes chaos. i’m an agent of chaos. oh, and you know the thing about chaos? it’s fair.