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I too went into business early on in my life, but was met with less-than-stellar results. I would book children's parties and Bar Mitvahs in Boro Park, Crown Heights and Williamsburg, Brooklyn as a clown. Aside from the requisite balloon animals and silly banter, I had an interesting look and original sub-routines. My shoes, wig, makeup and oversized tie were pretty standard circus fare, but my nose was unlike the typical, bulbous red ball commonly used in the trade. Instead, I employed a very long flesh-colored nose and would knock things off of shelves with it. This would culminate with me sitting and then getting up and stepping on my nose and then pretending to trip over it while hurling myself to the floor. I also had a dime attached to a string that I would retrieve from the children. Then I would tell the kids that I hid a magical item in the kitchen and that they had to open a door that wasn't a refrigerator or a cabinet to retrieve it. Naturally, the smarter kids would think of the oven. Once one of them opened it, I would implore them to go inside in the back and then I would hold the door closed on them like a merry prankster. Most parents didn't like that part of the routine for some reason and I'm guessing that's why my gigs started to dwindle. So, by late August I was punching a clock again as the summer of Kikels the Klown had come to an abrupt end.

It isn't a ((( Starbucks ))) decision that is breaking people.

Rent, Food, Gasoline, and basic utilities are up FAR beyond the reported "30% Inflation".