and also, trees.
something dark oozes from Fletcher Bowron Square
I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
and they’re going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
– Leonard Cohen
EXT. INLAND EMPIRE PARK - DAY
Pre-pubescent children play on swings, stare at dirt, etc.
SOME KID walks up to ME.
Hey. Yeah, uh, you heard that song? Brink in the Walls?
Well er [sniffle] uh yeah. On the radio?
Yeh Pink Flawd. Yeah. Well [sniffle] I was, uh in that.
Uh. Yeah. [looking away] I was in the, ah, chorus. That chorus? You know.
“Teacher Leave Those Kids” ?
Uhh. Huhm. Yeah.
Yeeah. That. I was, like, one of those kids.
But. You don’t. Have a British accent?
It was a chorus? Maybe you don’t get it. Okay well.
SOME KID leaves to play on swings.
ME goes back to looking for bottle caps in the dirt.