The stadium was packed with a thousand pre-teens Waving electricity over our heads. It was a small stadium. My funniest friend was putting out sparks With a large slurpee. If anybody was making a triangle or a double-u with their hands, we were thinking About feeling like a civil rights lawyer On the other side of the country. On the other side Of the harbor, fireworks, lightning, shellfish, Truffaut. A hurricane was already in the mail. A videotape Was already being fast-forwarded.