I hate them.
Hate them (but this guy was friendly enough)
Hate them (all these guys were douches)
Hate them (this band made my tinnitus worse)
Fuck. Why do I hate these things so much? Well, they're crowded by asshat scenesters, they're utterly homogeneous events with the same bbq, same tents, same booths and -- in a lot of cases -- same people at each and every one. And inevitably, I have to be the one sober guy, toting a camera through the crowd, trying to find enough PG-13 images to fill a page in some raggedy-ass paper.
That'd be why I hate these things so fucking much.
Attention, street fairs: Go away, never come back. Fuck off and die while you're at it.
Happy Sunday!
1 comment:
I read: "They're crowded asshat seminars." Which is also true.
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