I'm naked. I'm sitting on a short wall, Village Idiot
-like, at the far end of a mall parking lot
. It's raining. An elephant
three times the size of any that I had seen in Kenya
strolls by with a boy
on its back. The boy waves to me.
An older-model white Mercedes
pulls up several yards away on my right and stops. It has Mississippi
plates and is sheltering three blonde females
. A few moments later a door opens and a clown
egresses. He stumbles a bit; the women wave joyously and drive
I hate clowns
. He is still stumbling. I don't know what the hell these women
did to him or how much he drank or what the situation was but I hate clowns and I jump off the wall and run around the Sears
on the corner to the other side.
There are people
. I'm still naked
, and somewhat nervous. I go into the mall and look for underwear
. Why, I don't know, but I have one of my credit cards with me. I look and look through this section, STILL NAKED
, just taking my time. I never find anything I like.