Tigers and shit
Sunday 11/5/06
Oh Lord of Festivals and Fairs, why hast thou forsaken me? Tallahassee was supposed to be the best fair out of our travels, and, well, it’s pretty shitty. Perhaps if we were outside, we’d be doing a lot better. Like the other airbrush tat guy who is right outside the door. Tuesday, we spent on the road, with Lola, the GPS system Pam bought us. It was Halloween, and I dressed as Raven from Cecil B. Demented. We made it to scum city, Louisiana and bought some Tequila in celebration of the holiday. At some point in Mississippi, we all got out of the car and pissed on the side of the road. I then puked and went to bed in the camper. When I woke up, we were at a Wal-Mart in Alabama. After eating at IHOP we hit the road again, past the gulf coast, and ended up at a rest stop about an hour from Tallahassee. At the rest stop we catch lizards and hang out while Todd bitches about driving. To remedy this, he decides he’s going to find and drink the rest of the Tequila. So now I’m driving the rig from hell and I get maybe 20 miles before I’m out of gas and I’m just not comfortable. After get back on the road we see fair trailers for food and cattle. We finally arrive in Tallahassee but can’t make it further than the flying J, so we sleep there.
Next morning, we arrive to the fair grounds around noon, but are bogged down and lazy in a haze as we spend 5 hours trying to set up before opening. We don’t get the water pictures up, but everything else was ready to go. We made dirt that night. Friday night was supposed to be a little better. We doubled, but it was still nothing. Jeff has tried to get a job at this point, numerous times, he says. He meets a guy named “lips”, though, and we’ve been hanging out with him, which I could take or leave. He’s hard to understand and calls me little sister and Todd big brother.
Saturday, we set up at noon and doubled again. This gave me hope. However last night was a display of some of the most short cut, redneck, back asswords work I may have ever seen. We get the brilliant idea after smoking, to take the camper off the truck, while I’m in it, of course. I’m yelling about it coming down and Todd’s not listening. He drives the truck out to leave 3 very unstable bowlegged jacks holding the camper up 3 feet in the air. I slowly and cautiously emerge from the camper careful not to tip it. Once I’m out, I am looking at one of the jacks which is getting more and more bent at a less and less angle. So I start telling Todd, “Stop! Look what you’re doing! This isn’t going to work! It’s going to fall!” He just goes on ignoring me and jacking down the trailer. After screaming at him for a bit, I get so frustrated I go and sit in the truck. After about 2 minutes, my curiosity gets the best of me and I turn around. 3, 2, 1, “THERE IT GOES” I yell, and it crashes to the ground splitting the front and sides open. My bird is slammed up against the wall, covered in all sorts of stuff; my laptop and hard drive are wedged into the tables and seats. I get out of the truck, grab my bag and shower stuff, right Rodeo Tex and my computer, and take off to the shower. I was so mad I didn’t talk to him for the night and the rest of the next day.
Today we made $135. Tomorrow Pam and Ray are coming and we’ll be taking showers in a motels
Oh Lord of Festivals and Fairs, why hast thou forsaken me? Tallahassee was supposed to be the best fair out of our travels, and, well, it’s pretty shitty. Perhaps if we were outside, we’d be doing a lot better. Like the other airbrush tat guy who is right outside the door. Tuesday, we spent on the road, with Lola, the GPS system Pam bought us. It was Halloween, and I dressed as Raven from Cecil B. Demented. We made it to scum city, Louisiana and bought some Tequila in celebration of the holiday. At some point in Mississippi, we all got out of the car and pissed on the side of the road. I then puked and went to bed in the camper. When I woke up, we were at a Wal-Mart in Alabama. After eating at IHOP we hit the road again, past the gulf coast, and ended up at a rest stop about an hour from Tallahassee. At the rest stop we catch lizards and hang out while Todd bitches about driving. To remedy this, he decides he’s going to find and drink the rest of the Tequila. So now I’m driving the rig from hell and I get maybe 20 miles before I’m out of gas and I’m just not comfortable. After get back on the road we see fair trailers for food and cattle. We finally arrive in Tallahassee but can’t make it further than the flying J, so we sleep there.
Next morning, we arrive to the fair grounds around noon, but are bogged down and lazy in a haze as we spend 5 hours trying to set up before opening. We don’t get the water pictures up, but everything else was ready to go. We made dirt that night. Friday night was supposed to be a little better. We doubled, but it was still nothing. Jeff has tried to get a job at this point, numerous times, he says. He meets a guy named “lips”, though, and we’ve been hanging out with him, which I could take or leave. He’s hard to understand and calls me little sister and Todd big brother.
Saturday, we set up at noon and doubled again. This gave me hope. However last night was a display of some of the most short cut, redneck, back asswords work I may have ever seen. We get the brilliant idea after smoking, to take the camper off the truck, while I’m in it, of course. I’m yelling about it coming down and Todd’s not listening. He drives the truck out to leave 3 very unstable bowlegged jacks holding the camper up 3 feet in the air. I slowly and cautiously emerge from the camper careful not to tip it. Once I’m out, I am looking at one of the jacks which is getting more and more bent at a less and less angle. So I start telling Todd, “Stop! Look what you’re doing! This isn’t going to work! It’s going to fall!” He just goes on ignoring me and jacking down the trailer. After screaming at him for a bit, I get so frustrated I go and sit in the truck. After about 2 minutes, my curiosity gets the best of me and I turn around. 3, 2, 1, “THERE IT GOES” I yell, and it crashes to the ground splitting the front and sides open. My bird is slammed up against the wall, covered in all sorts of stuff; my laptop and hard drive are wedged into the tables and seats. I get out of the truck, grab my bag and shower stuff, right Rodeo Tex and my computer, and take off to the shower. I was so mad I didn’t talk to him for the night and the rest of the next day.
Today we made $135. Tomorrow Pam and Ray are coming and we’ll be taking showers in a motels