“like most people, clowns freak me out.. so does going to the fair. so i thought it would be a good idea tonite to get really weirded out and go to the fair here in vermont.. the place i call home. little did i know what i was in for. i tried my best to focus on the people i was there with, whom i love dearly.. hoping they were at least having a good time. but i really could’nt get over how much people, in a general sort of way, truly terrify me. i felt, walking around the fairgrounds tonite, like i was apparently living on the wrong planet. i could swear that the guys running the different rides, from the ferris wheel to the bumper cars, were on parole.. like, straight off of doing hard time in prison parloe. really.. washed-out, ugly-ass, fucking dragon tattoos on their arms. gangs of chain-smoking teenage girls pushing their babies in their strollers. as well as the usual swarms of drug-addled teenagers, wearing their “korn” t-shirts and sunglasses in the dark.. all the while i was trying my best to make sense of this twisted scene, but to no avail.. i just could’nt get a grasp on what i was witnessing.. this also happens to be the same fair where my old band played last year… this year it happened to have been 3 doors down, which turned out to be the perfect nausea-inducing soundtrack for my hell-night on earth.. so, forgive me if i sound like a snob..i really don’t mean to..just sharing my fun night w/ you.. so have a good one.. love-m… btw, gacy was a painter too..” -Mikey Welsh