i recently came to live above the town where i grew up. this was a town full of bikers, strangeporks, mountain men and losers. nothing much has changed... the park where i once played still stands- new shiny plastic swings have replaced the old leather seat ones that i used to raise the ire of the mother by wrapping my legs around the chains and hanging upside down while laughing wildly and sweeping the ground with my hair. stately old oaks still stand and i wonder what they saw and what they would tell if they could about the young woman whose head was severed and placed in the womens bathroom one night at the park i played at when i was a kid.