SWOLLEN HEFT PARK
At the corner of Wedgewood and Ellis, that's where we go,
where men shell out steel for some minutes of danger. Even
parking a car gets troublesome - all these wooden handles and
these crazy-assed locals with shotguns and sabers. The sign says,
'Do Not Idle' - way too philosophical for any of that, and what do
they mean anyway - the cars? or people standing around? Why
can't they just be more clear about it? Do they want us there, or not?
I can buy popcorn at the concession stand, or ice cream from that
wily fuck who comes around with the noisy, jangly truck. What
is that his bells play, 'Turkey In the Straw'? I can't figure nothing
of this out - my nerves are shaky and my time is running low.