Summer

Suppose I am down for a good fair, or festival, or something...
It is summer after all.

Feel kinda obligated to do that shit.

Sweat.
Eat fried everything.
Petting zoo action.
Wander.
Look.
Ride sketchy rides.
Bust a 40 in a bag.
Smile at a stranger.
Weave through crowds.
Sit on a curb.
Soak it in.



That might be my Ohio talking, right there...