That was where the chickenheads and wankstas hung out, sporting Sean John, Rocawear, Enyce, and Phat Farm like ghetto-fab Italian suits.

The bull-frogs were also very large, and with voices proportionate to their size; and as for the mosquitoes—the ‘musqueteers,’ as Job called them—they were, if possible, even worse than they had been on the river, and tormented us greatly.

Perhaps an equivalent influence on Davies is the movie The Night of the Hunter and its arsenal of neoprimitive, childlike imagery and rural, homespun folk poetry--its starry skies and oversized moon, its troubled Christianity, its lyricized and almost generic treatment of madness, its period street scenes that remind you of magazine ads for hair tonic and talcum powder.

Now, if you may remember, until this point both girls had not been truly friends, not in any lasting way that is. It was only that they had just recently, and painfully, forsaken enemyship, and were only just beginning the first processes of friendhood, which was now coming into fruition; And it was here, at this memory, that I believe both girls would recount as their true beginning.