“So why did you want me to send you the picture [of the killer clown]?” asks the younger one. Fuck, why do people inquire so much? Now they’re all looking at me, awaiting my answer. “I wanted to write about it,” I answer. I’ve piqued their interests. They know I write everyday musings. They know about this blog, but they don’t know this blog. “I want to read,” says one. “Me, too,” says the other. Great. Now I have their attention and interest. What now? Because I would die if they ever found this semi-anonymous blog. In fact, the only work friend that knows about this blog is Rosie (Grace, you don’t count, sorry). Now, I’m not some teenager who would “literally die” if…