There is a "Strawberry Festival" downtown, near where I work, which brought out the
local yokels in full force. I joke about living in a city full of degenerate simpletons but I
always felt these folks were the exception not the rule. As usual my optimism was
unfounded. My hometown must be located at the epicenter of the ignorant poor white
trash population and/or the gates of hell.

Walking amongst the concessions stands and carnival rides was a surreal experience. I was bombarded with alien sights and sounds that could have been taken straight from a H.P. Lovecraft story. Misshapen creatures,covered in strange symbols, who spoke in guttural voices, surrounded me. Every instinct told me to escape or least I lose my sanity. I knew these "things" were not inter-dimensional monstrosities seeking global annihilation, no the truth was much worse. They were my fellow citizens, the people who shared my place of birth. Evil has many faces but its most frightening would have to be a 400 lb. drunken hick woman who was covered in prison style tattoos. She smiled at me. I knew true and absolute fear.


I have tried to fight them for nearly 23 years but perhaps it was all for naught. I live in a
trailer, am unemployed and well on my way to morbid obesity.


He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if
you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche