Let’s go to the fair. The carnival. The lil cotton candy and ferris wheel jam. We’ll run around like assholes. Scream in public. Have all the fun. Be goddamned kids. These bright lights, the rides with centrifugal forces, and junk food…Shit, this is a vomit machine, masquerading as destination entertainment. We’re too young to care. We’ll play a bunch of games, rigged by carnies so we can’t win. Fuck it, we’re tweaking off of every imaginable form of ingestible sugar. On a sucrose bender, taking our first course in hedonism. Decadence for beginners. The evening will wind down and the sugar burns off. Sticky hands will grip the synthetic fur of fake animals and we’ll fall asleep in the back of the car.