Dingo Dizmal's blog about life as a clown in Portland Oregon.
Thursday, July 28, 2016
I just talked for an hour and a half. It was about the Clown House.
I didn't realize I had that much to say. It was good to get the story in digestible soundbites. I didn't know it would still be a story after all this time.
We had a tv crew in our bathroom today. They were doing a segment where they tape us getting ready for a show. I took one of the folks on the back of my bike for a ride. We then had a catastrophic back tire blow out. Olive could hear it from a block away. The camera woman was ok (a little shaken) and I hope she was rolling camera when the big pop went down.