Precarious?
“Yo.”
Explain.
“It’s the past, so we weren’t pussies or spazzes.”
I can’t have this argument with you again: adhering to modern safety protocols do not make you a pussy or a spaz. And you know we’re not saying “pussy” any more.
“I’m in 1978. We’re still saying pussy. Hell, we’re still saying fa–”
Just stop there. I cannot stress enough how ‘carnival in the mall parking lot’ this all looks.
“We weren’t going for aesthetics.”
You succeeded. What would happen if someone fell off?
“They’d die.”
What if the Deadheads took the structure?
“Lots of fuckers’d die.”
Uh-huh. What’s the rope assemblage for?
“Well, there’s another cluster stand on the other side of the field, so–”
Please don’t say zip-line.
“–we rigged up a zip-line. But, you know, the rope forms a parabola.”
You get stuck in the middle.
“Parish did. Fell on a couple fans. He’s okay.”
And the fans?
“No idea.”
i love precarious so much that i frequently forget that he is a fictional character. or semi-fictional.
That can’t possibly be real.
Have you only just recently been introduced to the Grateful Dead and their legendary Road Crew?