i stickup charles on 57th street beach.

r. said, i don't like that, white guy pointing a gun at a black man, even a toy. but we was just playing, i said. he's not a black man, he's charles. she said, did he point the gun at you? well, no, but his dog took it away from me. anyway we was just being boys. we got a gun culture, i didn't think about it in black and white terms, just play like kids, playing with that violent energy. the beach was littered with toy guns bouncing in on the tides. tidings. day before yesterday i threw that six shooter back in, next day it was back. (as i write this in my notebook there's a black man talking violence. i keep writing, he stops talking, looks at me, i glance mildly, keep writing this, he walks into the street.) 
the first toy a boy gets is a gun, or if his 'rents hate guns, he plays with others'. that's our culture. our civilization. 
also i was thinkin' bout the land grab, and the ghost dance, so sue me if i is not pc.
i do think about it now. i've always been serious about play, like kids. so on the way back today i texted charles to see if he was walkin, and if we could do a sequel, with him pointing the gun at me. but that rascal he didn't reply.