LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH...
There's people diving off the sides. A somersault—look! a bellyflop!—a couple of thrilling jack-knives. The one wearing the bathing cap—oops, that's his hair—is doing a triple-twirl off someone's shoulders. A team effort bounds in, feet first.
CIRCLE JERKS
LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH...
by
Sylvie Simmons
There's people diving off the sides. A somersault—look! a bellyflop!—a couple of thrilling jack-knives. The one wearing the bathing cap—oops, that's his hair—is doing a triple-twirl off someone's shoulders. A team effort bounds in, feet first. Jeezus, who knows what fun they'd have if they put the water in. And Mayor Bradley reckons L.A. needs some cash for sports programs for the city's unfortunate youth. There goes my theory that Los Angeles is the sole remaining spot in the Western world where people have the time and mentality to sit back and grow their hair long and listen to half-hour solos. These kids have got the composure and the attention span of the average spermatozoa.