Fair Park
I burn most of the things I own soon after buying them. Some of them are cigarettes, and I guess that's okay, but often, while driving to work, I'll forget my left hand set the house on fire while my right hand set the house on fire. This town is why red light bulbs were invented. This town is why crap from your garage is nailed to walls in theme restaurants. I like it when old people tell me about how everything used to be better before I was born. I don't think I'm the problem. Young people, often tell me to go away when I sit in the tattoo parlor and tell them they are making a horrible mistake. But I don't think they're the problem either. Most of this town is grass spread out on each side of the expressway. When mowed, it's easy to compare the surface of the earth to your very own face, but actually there are differences, just like the differences between architecture and the models that architects make. When I set fire to this town, watching the fairgrounds melt, I will smoke a cigarette, and it will just be something I did. Firemen will try to arc their hoses high enough to put out the ferris wheel, but up there, at the top, there is no fire and there can be no water. Most of the old people understand this truth, and that is why they sit there and let flies settle in their glasses and let the beer go flat just so they can tell me that the town you're born in is the only town you'll ever really live in and though you might hear of other places, there is only one that's real. Being Texans, they actually believe this. Young people, too, think they are wise about all kinds of things, and even though they are wrong, this is a kind of wisdom and it cannot be reproduced. A tornado came through here once. Not really, but it could have. Tornadoes are always showing up. They never ask if they can stay, and I guess they never stay that long, but they leave a mess, an indelible impression everywhere that they go. I am not like this. This makes it easy to start fires, and I have started many of them, but there are always more, every day, that I haven't started, and that's how I make peace with the idea of it. All kinds of horrible things happen. My state has a long and bloody history. At one point, many of us attacked the Mexican army while they were asleep. At Goliad, several of us surrendered and were executed by the Mexicans. This seems to have upset some people. I'm sure they didn't mean any harm. It's just that in the course of history, bad things happen and people get hurt, often by other people. Worrying about the consequences of these actions is not really a good way to spend your time. There are so many important things to eat. There are so many important things to drink. People make movies and you get to see them. It's amazing to sit down after a long walk. Think about being arrested. Every few weeks there is a holiday of some kind, and your mother sends you a card. It isn't much, but being unexpected, it means a lot. Dreams are stupid things to live.