. . .
just as quickly as she came, she disappeared down a side street.
it looks like she had a dashboard filled with cream pies,
and that i was almost another senseless, innocent victim of
that has been gripping the capitol city this summer.
this driver, an obvious member of
was no doubt on patrol on the well-heeled west side,
as this incident too place on rail road avenue, in historic valley junction,
the scene of some of the ugliest clown confrontations this summer.
i was riding my red fixed-gear track bike, sporting my new coonskin cap.
i must have been mistaken for a member of
the whitey's fiercest rival gang, the augustes,
who are celebrating their holy month as we speak.
i'm flattered to have been confused for an auguste-
-known to be "the least intelligent and most zany" of all clowns-
just south of railroad, along the river valley woods.
police said they'd investigate, but you know how that goes.