Freaks and me

Welcome to the freak show. And make no mistake: The freaks are us.

It’s not attractive. Believe me. It’s not attractive. Let’s start with the girls. Maybe 5% of the people there on a recent Saturday night were female. That count is probably generous given that some of the skirts likely spent most of their lives in pants.

This is no porn set. The girls aren’t slim. They’re not young. They’re girls from the grocery stores, the ones you paid no mind. Think sturdy. Stout. Heavy even. Faces to forget. Figures you can’t even imagine. Mushy. Doughy.