Clowning isn’t just honk-honk. A report from the Eastside of Los Angeles, the center of the hottest comedic art. At a recent lunch on the Westside of Los Angeles — generally improv territory, if you divide the city by comedy types — I overheard two women passionately discussing the problem with clowns. (Clown, as I understood it, dominates the town’s Eastside.) One of the women was waiting for confirmation of a plan, desperate for a work drink to happen, because if not, she had no excuse.