You Think You've Seen Everything...

I was doing my usual craziness today, when a little boy came up to me and said "here clown".

He was holding a white tube.

Thanks.

He took it apart.  It was a white tube a cotton middle with a string hanging off.  

I told him to give  it to his mom, who about had an aneurism from laughter.  Apparently this 5 year old was digging around momma's purse and discovered a tampon.  I'm not one to judge but don't you need to buy those from a vending machine in truck-stop bathrooms?

In my line of work, when you think you've seen everything, there's always something else to see.

Killin’ Time On The Road...

I don’t travel much, not for work, not even for pleasure.   I’m broke all the time.  

I’m on a three day jaunt around the very lovely Monterey County.   I don’t notice if anything is lovely, I’m a clown on a mission. When I’m traveling I focus on getting there.  Generally, I’m running late to the mission, so I don’t look out the window, I look for police with radar guns. 

Monterey county is very rural.  This is Steinbeck country, he grew up here and wrote about the agriculture here.  This is the Grapes of Wrath, except people mostly have iphones. 

Kids come from all over the place to see me.  I’m doing 13 shows over a 5 day period. I kill it here, kids laugh and laugh.  I’m a huge celebrity, autographs, pictures with me, people shaking my hand.  It’s cool.  

After the shows, I find a bathroom and take off my make up. It’s quiet.  When I’m done, no one is around, they’ve all gone home.  It’s sort of a lonely feeling.  To get so much attention then nothing.  

Then I find someplace to eat.  Last night, I washed my costumes in a Laundromat, got a burrito next door, bought some supplies at an ACE hardware, took my half wet clothes back to the Day’s Inn.  And watched TV, till I fell asleep. 

I called home.  Having teenagers in the house is of no comfort when you’re away.  They answer questions but the least amount of words they can get away with. 

And here I am.  I woke early this morning and did lots of nothing.  

I left the motel for my first show in a little town of 800.  I’m an hour early with nothing to do. It’s a bit lonely.  

I always dreamed of touring.  When I toured in the circus, there were hundreds of people always around.  When I toured with partners in the Kloons, we were always together, so much so, I wanted to work solo.  

My dream of celebrity is here, the roars of laughter make people come from all over to see what in the heck is going on.  

In between.  It’s lonely.  As the saying goes.  Be careful of what you wish for.