"Charles, what's Knott's Berry Farm?"
"It's an amusement park near Los Angeles. I don't know how to say this, but it's the ghetto of amusement parks--like if you can't afford Disneyland."
"I've never heard of it."
"It's a weird place. It was started by this guy Knott back when LA was orange groves. He had a fried chicken restaurant that was so popular that lines wrapped around the building. To keep his customers from leaving, he built a few rides, and then people started going just for the rides. It's got a pioneer theme. It doesn't make a lot of sense, though. I mean, they've got rides that have nothing to do with pioneers. People die on the rides, too."
"No?"
"Yeah, if you drive by on the freeway, you can see this huge pole the size of a sky-scrapper that drops people off in parachute baskets, and every once in a while, the parachutes don't open. People just fall to their deaths."
"No way?"
"Yeah, and if that ride won't kill you, the gangs will. Or at least they did. The place used to have shootouts between The Bloods and The Crips."
"Wow, doesn't sound like a place to take the kids."
"Well, last time I was there, they had a new Snoopy area, just for kids."