I'm naked. I'm sitting on a short wall,
Village Idiot-like, at the far end of a
mall parking lot in
Florida. 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 off.
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.