There was a clown incident this weekend at the bar where I spent a good portion of my Saturday. 

Lost among the ruckus (and my series of mildly incoherent tweets) was this gem of a gentleman. If you look close I think you can tell that his bandolier is packed with those little CO2 cartridges you’d use to do whip-its. 

I won’t even ask you to explain yourself, San Francisco… You win this round by TKO.