Field reports from places most people don't go - like CONS, boat shows, livestock auctions, large public niche events. And, of course, the vomit. Oh, the vomit.
Vomit is fundamental to the carnival experience, it's primordial ooze.
Of course, that was back when I was innocent and pure, suffering only mild intestinal cramping instead of blindness and insanity. Of course, maybe there's no reason to launder the grease stains out of that undershirt, Senator. I mean, the people who are already at the carnival aren't exactly the definition of elegance, either. Nor, it turns out, are they the definition of dental hygiene. Or maybe they just eat at work.