it was mid july, which is when your state fair usually comes into town for a week and a half . you’re always excited for the fair. all of those shitty food stands that aren’t FDA approved, rides that are on their last limb and falling apart, lemonade made with 20 fucking lemons and a gallon of sugar, 100 degree heat right on your face, doused in sunscreen yet you still get burnt to a crisp, concerts, the smell of horse shit, little kids crying after falling on the cement and cutting their knees open, $12 warm dasani water, bathrooms that smell like a mustard gas leak, and cheese curds. quite literally the only edible thing there except for fried oreos. tanner went with you this year. he met you when he moved to texas with his friends. you two are best friends now!

“do you wanna go on that one?” tanner asked, pointing to the super scary big and intimidating slingshot ride.