Wednesday, April 26, 2006

So You Wanna Be A Carny

Why? You can run, but you cannot hide. People have fantasies of running away, dropping out, leaving all the bullshit behind. I've met lots of people over the years that were running away.

A Carnival is a good place to hide, no one really gives a shit who you "really" are. You can give a fake name, fake SSN, I know all the tricks. No one will find you if you don't want to be found, and no one in Carny land will ask too many questions.

But again, why?

Life has a funny way of following us no matter where we go, because we have to bring ourselves along. We can't leave ourselves behind with all the other shit. No matter where I go, there I am, fuck.

The Carnival lot is like a little self contained society that travels around, it's easy to disappear there. You can live and travel for years at a time off the radar if you do things right, and keep your mouth shut.

I can't count the times I've told people to go home and face their shit. It's the same thing with a lot of the younger people I meet on the lot, or on my own crew, the ones with some kind of promise......."Go the fuck Home".

There are "True Carnies", and then there are the "Runaways", and they're not all young by the way. "True Carnies" are transient by nature, "Runaways" are just doing it because they think they have no other option.

There's always another option..."Grow the fuck up" it's called.

Even if I weren't a Carny, I would be some kind of transient drifter. I would be on the road in some form or fashion.

Years ago, when I was young, I said "Fuck the Carnies". I went drifting around by myself. I hitchhiked here and there, worked for a bit, moved on, and did it again. I met every kind of weirdo you can fucking imagine that summer.

I found it interesting how some seemingly "Normal People" act when they think they will never see you again and that no one gives a shit about you.

I had "seemingly nice" old guys wanting to suck my cock, wanting me to suck their cock, all the while showing me pictures of their wife and kids, talking about what a good life they had. I spent a lot of hours riding in vehicles with "normal looking" fucking weirdos.

I returned to the Carnival after that summer. It's a lot safer, and it's home.


patita said...

Your stories of hitchhiking are a lot like what a good friend of mine experienced--that the "normal people" were far stranger (and more dangerous) than any fellow traveler.

Who Cares said...

Yes, interesting isn't it. I met so many weirdo's guised as normal people.

alerted=yes said...

My life been the road I have grow on it and learning from everyone that pass by me.Life is fucking funny sometime I beliver that life suck but I'm here. Carny some are good &some fucking asshole I been on many show but very few Ilike.Tell what fucking funny is people have car say GOD is the cord driver so why fucking not stop asshole remember that grow-up out there.Next one going to church ask help thatI will pick trash thattry get food and ture you fuck away.And I'm a carny too!!But yes you are right woman carny are whore but some are not. Some like me that love travel& one only thing Inow at time somewhat a safe place I sure know.But you got to say anything life got bad and good maybe that I look at life differnt ways.Like you I can tell you some fuck up story too became I see some fuck up shit that normal people never beliver or not beliver .


sam said...

yep normal people scare me too love that lol;) im sam i run with miller show and funland thx for the laughs