Paisley Park

Back in my early high school years (we are talking 88-89 for this subject) a local park not too far from here where I sit now, was a hangout spot for us teenagers. It was a small basic park in my hometown neighborhood of Chicago—Beverly Hills (yes, it is named that)—and for the longest time the park sign was missing so no one knew what to call it. In '88-'89 we dubbed it Paisley Park (well, I didn't—some senior way ahead of me did—but that's what it was called by us). In this video, there is a collection of parks to be honest (and if you have read my stories and soon to be books) you will know something seems to happen in a park at one point or another, and in my mind I always combined of Paisley and Ridge Park (actual name to the latter); Paisley for the simplicity and Ridge for all the shit that has ever gone down there (as well as Ridge park is big! You can stick 20 Paisley's into one Ridge).

So there you have it..

I hope you enjoy.

You have my heart,

Michael Frost