Jun 3, 2010


This phrase repeats inside my brain:
‘The rhythm of the days has changed’
For good or ill, I cannot say, but
The rhythms of the day have changed.

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Jun 1, 2010

The story of me, the carnival and the cowboy gun and holster

Time: 1951 or thereabouts
Place: Somewhere in the Bronx at a street carnival.
Action: A game of chance booth, the carnival version of roulette. My daddy lets me chose a number. I win. I ask for the cowboy gun and holster set. I get handed a doll. I have a temper tantrum - I want the gun and holster. I throw the doll on the ground and smash it. I demand the gun and holster. My daddy drags me away crying.

End of story.