The Negative Consequences of Gentrification on Clowns

Last night I had opportunity to talk with Dingo, who, after taking a brief break to place a ball pump in someone’s butt crack, informed me that the clowns can’t make their rent. (It jumped from $1200 to $1500–ouch.) It’s going to suck to see such a bastion of weirdness disappear from my beloved Alberta Street. Live/work lofts! Hooray! *sighs*

Here’s a more intelligent blog on their demise.