pop star Rhianna seeks further inspiration from boffo the clown

pop star Rhianna sat listlessly at the piano, seeking inspiration for a new hit... her manager suggested a long list of things to do: a visit to a shinto temple... a shopping binge.... a therapist that specializes in artistic expression...... a gong oops a bong.... indian-american spiritual adviser to oprah

'no good!' she cried.......... 'where's boffo?'

boffo the clown was a guy that worked at a nearby fair that was in town once a month... he worked at the end of a penny arcade by air-rifle shoot the jar galleries and mechanistic clown heads that turned to and thro which people tried to throw balls into......

from past experience, she knew that boffo could likely beat her up, unpredictably, she once left his smokey backroom with a broken rib...... sometimes he'd tell her stories of his upbringing in russia and then collapse in a pool of vomit......

'where could he be? it had been 2 months since he had failed to appear in his usual point... where did he go when he wasn't at this particular fair? where was he now?'....

she approached the small fair lodged between two buildings in LA and sought after boffo