roundabout raze when they took their sweet time building the curved curb on banwell, the construction cut off access to a plaza that held a hair salon, a greasy spoon, and a pizzeria. what the city called a public works project was little more than an excuse to rip up a road that didn't need saving and saddle it with an eyesore that serves no purpose beyond narrowing the already emaciated veins carrying our half-broken bodies from one rigid box to another. an ohio-born singer with a stage name he picked up at preparatory school was singing about how dawn came sneaking in like a skinny snake when we slammed into another car and took flight the same way a steel sphere would move after being kissed by the solenoid current coursing through the pelvis of a pinball machine. i cracked my knee on the console. no lasting damage was done. but we could have been killed because of a stupid-looking cement circle it cost six and a half million dollars to make. 230424 what's it to you? who go blather from