Month: August 2015

traveling carnival boys

Low key presence weren’t your garden-variety tourists Mutually abusive sarcasm suggested the long history between them A Scot an Englishman, another whose accent was quite difficult to decipher A mouth brace prevented anything but drinking liquids through a straw milkshake… maybe a margarita? Prolific were accidents moreso amongst foreigners, he’d been in a motorcycle accident just a few days prior A tenacious scorekeeper they rotated the card dealer I eluded to lion tamers being catapulted by canons but,“it wasn’t a circus” no animals nor crazy stunts only games, amusement park rides food that was fun The guy with a mouthbrace unveiled as the carnival treasurer became self-evident in everyone’s steep losses when he became the card dealer The Scot, a ride operator not quite as sharp as the others making him the butt, for the jokers at the table Englishman’s aloof demeanour tinged with sarcasm dry humour they argued vehemently berating whomever Adamantly insistent on paying up their losses awkwardness settling bets money didn’t normally change hands between them Asking for the tab my winnings …