Once upon a time there was an infamous amusement park in our town. We used to work there. Completely ridiculous stuff would happen almost daily. Wanna hear about it? Here it goes...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Now I'm really stretching.
But I'll allow it, because of the time I was reading Breakfast of Champions at the mid-station of the Transmobile and Al, the Manager on Duty, threatened to throw the book in the Mini Golf pond if he caught me reading at my post again.
I read Slaughterhouse Five while "working" at the mini-golf. The Park, in all its absurdity, was a perfect place to read Vonnegut.
ReplyDeleteNow he's gone. So it goes.