We don't take the clown stuff off between gigs.

 So as I was trekking across our hood to the burrito stand; a western dressed man happened to be walking ahead of me. 
Just a coincidence that I was following the same path he was. But to him...he was being followed by a clown. 
It didn't sit well. He kept looking back until I tracked his 3rd turn or so, then he bolted into traffic and stormed away swearing. Sorry fella, just need mah carne asado Yo.



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