There's something exceedingly scary about a carnival to me. Maybe it's the drunks and the dirt. Salty foods, suggestive postures and the latest trends, all colliding with sweat and whispers. My stomach felt upset, like I ate too much cotton candy, fried dough and popcorn, even though I didn't eat any of those. Lots of screaming children, dressed like teenagers, afraid to go on kiddie rides. Their mothers holding them, wearing more lipstick than lips; dried out hair from too much dye; speaking Spanish through cigarette smoke.