Street empty parking space house remembered driving his father's house a big family fight his father had thrown him out he was furious all the way back to Brooklyn. When we got back to Ainslie Street the man next door was parked in front of the house and he had told this man that he considered the space in front of his house to be his parking spot and no one else should park there. So the guy was parked his parking space he was furious in the car with his whole family--all of us half asleep in the back seat. So he slammed the car into the neighbor's car we went flying into the front seat the guy's car wound up on the sidewalk. Then the wife came screaming with a fork raised over her head like a dagger and that was that. Ten minutes and the whole neighborhood was out on the street fighting. Everybody screaming and fighting and then it started to snow.

Big cookie-sized flakes of snow drifting down out of the sky and sticking to the street and to people's hair and to the houses.

 

out of city sky your wounded want promises not to forget not ever