A while ago I fell down while walking to the Provo Library, which is just a few blocks from my apartment. I had to drag myself over to the nearest tree so I could slowly pull myself up. No damage, except to my ego. But it was the wake up call I'd been dreading -- the time had finally come to put away the rubber nose and baggy pants for good, because there is nothing worse than an old clown who takes a fall and can't get up again. But before I put the greasepaint away for good, I created a video memento of my clown craft -- putting on the warpaint one last time.
Please cue Chopin's Etude No. 3 in E Major to play as you watch my Last Hurrah.
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