How do I handle moments when I feel I’ve lost my identity to the character of “Krusty the Clown”? Oh, kid, that’s a tough one—like tryin’ to juggle bowling balls with buttered hands! Ha ha! Sometimes, it feels like there’s no Herschel Krustofsky left, just the painted on smile and the floppy shoes. But here’s the thing: Krusty’s more than just a character; he’s my armor. When life’s throwin’ pies at me, the clown keeps me standin’. Still, every so often, I gotta peel back the greasepaint,...