na.) On a tide of colloquial meanderings, like spreadfish and jelly The Parking Guard, the guy that writes those long tickets out by hand, I like that fancy chalk stick and the buzzle-bee taser gun he has. I wonder what he does to make genius happen at night. All alone in his garret, does he smoke the Gauloises while describing the spread of communism like it were an avoidable metaphor for passenger side delivery systems or diagonal parking? Does he quote Dickens to the delivery boys or freshen his tea with brandy while counting out tithes to the man. I wonder, is his watch analog or digital? Or is the genius really a metaphor for his process, the grim mathematical reality that has evolved from his days in the trenches, making those hard calls that are necessary for the protection of a culture that's divided by itself? Maybe he recognizes the despair in the deep and gentle eye's of those that he's chosen to shepard. His calling could be from the hair salon but here h