June 5, 2024:
Wounded Warrior Sidewalk Club: wheelchairs in lines and circles, sociable in shade below swaying California Sycamores.
Ozzie: loud. Clouds clouds clouds clouds of pungent weed. Missing limbs and high as fuck: wheels locked alongside the riverbank.
One chair is elaborate. Motors, flags, gold rims, a CB radio antenna behind the headrest. "Sweet ride, dude," says your sociable narrator. Everyone laughs. I'd ask to hang with them, but I don't like weed.