1. Walking down the street in Berkeley at sunset, I came across a band of roving ten-year olds. One of them, on a pogo stick, was playing a kazoo. Another, in a hat with bear ears, was playing guitar. Somebody's little sister followed on a scooter with a slide whistel, and a boy in a cape and Freddy Krueger sweater sang "when the saints go marching in"
― remy bean, Monday, 17 March 2008 01:57 (seventeen years ago)