August is always so bittersweet with the end of summer and the rolling in of fall which is why i always like to have one, big final trip to celebrate everything good in the season. The boardwalk calls its obnoxious, deep fried, neon howl out to us and we reluctantly throw our dollars at it for the promise of something stuffed or sweet. Some nights are roller coasters and cotton candy and some are just mosquito slapping on the porch playing games and planning futures. Til next time, exit zero.







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