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Driving across the Golden Gate Bridge, I see that the ocean has risen to cover the sidewalks. The waves are huge. (Yesterday was the year's highest tide by the way.) I cross the bridge and look underneath it. There seems to be some frost on the ground. All the supports are shaky and I'm scared to be down there.
I go to the police station. There is a cop who is drawing on the picture of a child. I suspect he is abusing children. I go to the back room, I seem to be invisible, and begin rummaging through old pictures for evidence that the cop has been abusing children. I worry that if caught, someone will think that I am a child abuser and that I am looking for victims. Before I find anything concrete, someone comes in the room with more pictures.
They are slides of a wedding similar to Matt and Rebecca's in San Diego. There are people jumping in the pool. Two beautiful women are topless. |
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First written Mon, Jan 12, 1998 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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