it's tough, but it's fair.

maine's blue ribbon classic, b!tches!
huh?
oh.
right.
duders,
the muthaF*ing fryeburg fair is in F*ing full effect!
yeah.
animals, and animal sh!t,
and fried delicious sh!t, and fried gross sh!t,
and more animal sh!t.
it's my yearly overdose of getting expert and keeping it that way.
like a booster shot of just be dopeness for body and mind,
and also for my ever-lovin', midway walkin', exhibition-lookin' face.
yeah.
the press and crush of peoples,
and those mostly in full 'necktard regalia,
all camouflage and work boots and what-all,
overweight blarps and illiterate mendicants and hungry hungry hippos-
i'm part of it, neighbors.
i love it.
i want to soak it all up all week long.
but,
there's just so much of all of it, all happening at once,
that it makes me feel a little bit like this:

ugh.
tense.
but,
the idea that everybody gets it together to play nice and be psyched?
that makes me feel a whole lot more like this:

awwwwwwwwwwww.
no.
you can't hate on the snugs, friends.
it feels sorta nice to know they've all got each other.
although,
the jerks in the next stall were smashing their heads together the whole time.
nature wins, i guess.
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it's just that i love this fair so dang much.
it's like concentrated new englandy hottness,
distilled, infused, and implanted into a few acres of pure awesomeness.
eight days of northern charm, and Folk Life activation.
there are things, and then there are things.
and this right here, right now, is SO a thing.
there's sh!t everywhere,
and that's somehow a good thing.
i think it means we're doing it right;
never quiet, never soft.....