Thought I told you to put that nub away.
“Uh-huh. You still here, man?”
I got nowhere to go.
Explain everything about this.
“I won’t respond to generalities.”
Why a park, why a doll, why are your jeans so dirty?
“Photographer talked me into it, photographer gave it to me, fuck off.”
Hey, I’m not the one hanging around playgrounds with bait.
“The doll’s not bait, man.”
We got lists for your type nowadays.
“That’s why I don’t go then.”
“You should think about the past.”
I do. Too much.
“No, I mean coming here. Unbelievable the amount of crap they let slide. This present is much more loosely organized than yours. Look at this shit, man.”
What the fuck.
“Right? The 70’s were a free-for-all. I’m in the Dead, man: we were surrounded by hordes of naked children everywhere we went, and even I know that ain’t cool.”
I’m too scared to even imagine the thought process behind this.
“You really wanna confuse yourself, try figuring out why ‘food’ is in quotes.”
Make this stop. The past was terrible.
“Nah, man. Stone gas. You could do whatever you wanted. Look at this:”
Is that Watkins?
Is that an open fire in the middle of a crowd?
How the fuck did any of you survive?
“Lot of us didn’t.”