The world is falling apart, it seems.
So, just for tonight, let's pretend we're somewhere else, like the County Fair. It rained earlier in the day and it's a little steamy, but that's the way the fair should be, don't you think? Every time the wind shifts the odor of something new settles over us: farm animals, maple milkshakes, burned rubber and gasoline from the demolition derby, and the ever-present base tone of fried dough. Smells like late summer to me.
|SHOOT TIL U WIN|
|Watching the demolition derby|
|Rockin' out at the Fun House|
|2 tickets to Dreamland|
|Double the fried dough = double the goodness|