the teens.

neighbors,
flying solo at the fair only served to speed up the whole process.
that's real.
i'm efficient when i'm navigating my way between ambling fatties,
and weaving through the carhartt'd necktards who meander in mobs
throughout the thoroughfares of fried foods.
i threaded myself through thick and thin,
and from the time i arrived to the exact moment i got back in my car,
a sparse thirty three minutes had passed.
damn.
that's no joke.
check the time-trial-type teleport:

number thirteen!
the classic, plus onions.
expert.
and then:

number fourteen!
the classic, again.
with onions, again.
what more should i say?
it's called the classic for a reason.
......and that reason is it that it is totally flippin' expert!
and how about another 'nother one?
oh.
okay:

number fifteen!
the F*ing pharaoh, veganized,
and reppin' that fat corn jauns alllll over it.
experte'.
that's what's up.
heavy on the hummus,
with a burly tahini drizz' on top.
i'm about that fat trifecta life,
and i beat 'em up in rapid succession,
washing 'em down with a vat of watered down dollar-dollar refill birch beer.
yeah.
the pink kind.
usually, it's reddish,
but lie i said,
when the water ratio is higher than the delicious factor,
it gets diluted, and polluted,
and turns a lovely blushing pink-
but anyway.
y'notice that those beast-sized barbarian falafels are lookin' molto full, and very thick?
heck yes they are.
that's because the main man, chef dylan,
dominated the decoration,
and powerhoused the presentation this time around.
lucky me.
i got the fat hottness and the big action and the deluxe accommodations
direct from the source.
a brief moment later,
i devoured them like a savage stormswept manic monster,
in the least number of bites for the fastest and most ferocious feasting
i could manage without choking to death...
and then i left the premises.
i like what i like,
and i disregard all the rest.
...
falafel.
that's the good-est goodness, and that's what i'm there for,
everything else is just background noise,
literally, and figuratively.
the sharp-eyed focus, and smart-bomb-style homing mechanics of my singular purpose
have thus far ensured zero interactivity with any other fairgoers.
that's the best part.
*
today, however, is the day.
mhhhm
the big one-
feel awful falafel friday.
word up.
and,
it will most likely be raining.
yep.
we're starting before we start with the awful!
that's nature helping nature.
and that's a thing.
nature wins,
and today,
falafels are the prize and the punishment;
never quiet, never soft.....