Bob was tired. The life of being a fair traveler was not what he ever intended to do. The Big Tent, the Circus, was where he started out and where he wanted to go back.

But life dealt him a cruel hand and he became stuck in this fair. Town after town, entertaining child after child, it was more exhausting than he ever thought it would be.

Outside one night, he was having his usual combo, a cigarette and a flask of booze, half dressed in his costume, his face still painted, leaning against a wooden pillar.

He knew he wasn't the only clown roaming around, hell he sure he wasn't the last. As he looked around the fair, he noticed just that: a clown. And she was beautiful.

He had never seen her before, but again he hadn't seen half the workers here. He felt nervous even though he hadn't talked to her yet. But she was moving this way, and he quickly fixed up, the best he could, though he wasn't sure why. Surely she wouldn't look at him or pay him any notice. And then he spoke without meaning too.

"Nice to see another clown."