A ticket

 

"It makes you appreciate each clear-headed day we are given but reminds me that all the E-tickets are gone and it is just the Main street trolley ride left. No more will we gaze from the prow of the Mark Twain stern-wheeler and wonder about love and adventure...It is 11:45 and Disneyland closes at midnight...Yet, we rode all the rides, smoked hash on the skyway to Tomorrowland and staggered for balance in America the Beautiful. We used up tickets E, D,C,B and cling to the soiled A, the last laughs. It is just the parking lot and real world waiting."

- Glen Creason unpublished manuscript