When the party is over

Images surfaced a few years ago of clowns popping up in random locations. Standing at the side of the road, just staring into the camera. I still don't know what the story was but what if these clowns were just on their way home? Maybe they tried all day to find a new gig? But they’re past their prime and life is hard when you’re trying to figure out how to make ends meet.

Thinking about it that way made me sad. There’s is a bit of a clown in all of us but what do we do when the party is over?