Friday, June 13 2003

First of all, I’m no Don Johnson. But I know freaky people when I see them. We had a carnival in our little English country-side town today, and I’ll be darned if I didn’t see some of the most whacked out people I think I’ve ever seen. I should be struck down with a bolt of lightening for even noticing, but you weren’t there. If you were, you’d think the same thing and you’d feel just as guilty as me.

My theory: in America, ugly whacked out people with teeth sticking out of their foreheads are shamed into staying indoors. English people simply have no shame.