Raw Goods

migraines and airplanes

i haven't told you yet about the carnival tour, that once-a-year visit to houston and sacramento, when tornados and thunderstorms shut down the midway when federal agents weren't doing it. we set up bumper boats and machine-gun games soon after twin towers crashed, and john told me that the los angeles show was completely shut down by the time september 12th dawned on the west coast. i've often suspected that he was a wanted felon, though, with the way he didn't want his picture taken, so that may not be his real name, but i trust his stories as far as he could throw his hat, which was pretty far, especially in the astrodome, where dylan played in purple velvet and hurricaine refugees sat and waited, shat and wailed, while relief went to those who could afford flood insurance. i was standing waist-deep in still waters while the skies swirled, and we weren't selling any tickets, so i quit that job, too, and went to san francisco before malnutrition emaciated me further, but that's telling too many secrets.

posted by judy j @ 4:28 PM