And the circus comes to town

Always when I want to take some time for myself. I made sure to give myself an easy day or at least I tried. Let me tell you about Mary France. Mary Frances, about 89 years old small petite lady. Thick French accent lives in a single wide trailer no longer has the wheels. The next store lives her 50-year-old son. I’ve known married for about a year now. She is a sweetheart I met her in the line to check out at Lowe’s. Her husband, another circus performer passed away two months ago. Marie’s circus act was French poodles she trained and did shows with her French poodles, her husband, a juggler in a clown even their son was a juggler in a clown as well. I had just gotten home I was about to hop into the shower and get ready to go out tonight when she called. Victoria, Victoria help help help how could I not I did shower and get ready to go out and then I went over to her house, she had no water. This is where I found out about her husband after some investigating I find it one of the breakers is bad and I’ll have to come back in the morning to fix it. What was me what was Mary France WHOA is Mary France.

As I drive away from her house, I am keenly aware of the car. That’s been following me now for about 10 minutes asshole prick. My fan club never dies down. I feel all they wish I would do is die, but they’ll never get that fucking satisfaction out of me . So here we stand or drive. I’m going to the circus I’m going to the fair to see the señorita’s with flowers in their hair. Shake it shake it shake it shake it all around. They’ll never win and I’ll always astound.