Who said you gotta get in the water at a water park? Show me where it say that. Ill wait.
Hurricane Bay. Kentucky Kingdom. Ninety something degrees. The rest of the gang somewhere in that wave pool screaming and I could not tell you which screams is ours. And the three of us? Chairs. Sun. Not moving.
Roll call. Jimmy Damu in the back in the tank top and the red shorts, on his phone, looking at me like I interrupted something. I did. Baby girl next to me with the beads in her hair and a slushie bigger than her head, in her pink, matching me, cause I dress her and thats my right. And me. Pink two piece, glasses on, sunscreen bottle laying on my chest cause I aint finna reach for it.
Somebody gone say I wasted the ticket. Aht aht. I paid to be at the park. I am at the park. Nobody said nothing about swimming. Ion do wave pools, ion do the lazy river with all them strangers’ feet, and I especially dont do a slide that drop you straight down in the dark. Thats a no on God.
This right here is the ride. Chair, sun, a sip of her slushie when she not looking. Jimmy pretending he not sleep. Everybody else come back wet and tired and we look brand new.
Rest of the gang can keep the water. We got the pictures.
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