Have I been blind, have I been lost
Have I been blind, have I been mean
Have I been strong
Hypnotized, mesmerized
By what my eyes have seen
In that great street carnival
In that carnival?

- Carnival
- Natalie Merchant

The carnival came to town the same day my grandma died. And I think somehow, the former affected me more than the latter. It was mystery -vs- the certain, and life -vs- death. That’s some conflict of interests for a little boy. The carnival was unfolding before my very eyes, and my mother and aunt were being comforted, through big salty tears, in the room next to mine. And all I could feel was guilt.  Here I was, the only grandson, shit, the only son, and instead of adopting a face of sadness, I held one of excitement, all of this as I watched the carnival unfold.

The wooden slats on my window pane blocked some of the letters that were haphazardly painted on the side of the carnival’s truck, so fro days, I had to hold one eye shut and move my head from side-to-side while reading their names.
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Tonight’s post is going to be a little different  Mostly because my headache is making me want to stab my eyes out and then pour vodka in the brainhole.  I don’t know what that means.  I just know my head is pounding, and I feel like crap.  So instead of writing a big old thingie, I decided to follow one of life’s great sayings…

When life gives you lemons…destroy one of the seminal songs of your generation, using pictures, someone else’s copyrighted pictures at that, to bastardize on of the great angst anthems of the past 20 years.

At least that the way I remember hearing it. So Um - here you go. Be sure you read all the way to the bottom.
Thanks for playing along - back tomorrow with something more substantial.

So then…who knows what all this means???