So the show ends (see below)
we finish drinks with the brats. The deck is warm and windy I can see the cyclone is still splintering the track and there is still go-carts and bb gun games to be played. We're just about to embark on more boardwalk when Bjork in spandex slides past me. She has a funny haircut, kind of asymmetric bob on one side curving dangerously past a bi-level on the other, but she's got pink glitter on her face so she looks great! Goodnight Bjork!
Coney part II
water
go-carts
more go-carts
The jerky movements of a robotic laughing clown, a fryer which has never been cleaned, the taste of old oil on everything. Ring toss, Shoot the Freak, smell of fake blood, oversized stuffed toy prizes filled with something which makes them crunch and bend in tortured positions. The lights and sounds of rides enticing some carnal nature. The g-force rides, THE FUCKING FERRIS WHEEL!
take me home.
two hour subway.