Even from here, the Fair was all kinds of overwhelming. Lotta white, lotta plastic, and enough chrome glinting in the sun to knock you stone blind, brilliance half-smothering the greenery and dwarfing the trees.

Thank You for Not Walking On Grass. Like he could've if he'd wanted to. Progress, baby, progress ( Read more... )

Dead.

That was the condition of the crew. The whole crew. Dead.

And they'd barely made it out. Things were always lookin' down on them. People was always lookin' down on them.

But one day. One day. He just had a real low feeling it wouldn't be today ( Read more... )