OK, so my expectations weren’t that high to begin with, meandering down a midway path at the fair caught up in its cacophony of lights and smells.
It was Monday, the last night of the Florida State Fair, and I expected jeans and sneakers and even the weird style of guys trying to walk with their pants down to their knees trying to look cool without falling on their faces. And I’m used to the tattoos, even if they’ve put the old carnie tattooed lady out of business.
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