bowlaming- waste of time

Today I woke up around 9 a.m. I decided to get breakfast at the donut shop, and saw OJ Smith eating his breakfast while I was in line. After i ate my food I decided to go to the bowling alley. As soon as I payed for my game and knocked down my first set of pins I realized how LAME bowling is. I didn't even finish my game I left after throwing my first ball down the lane. Once I started waling down Moth St. to go back to Finch Pointe I got a call from Queens Palace. "We need you to come in early today, we have a special guest joining us." I replied "A special guest?" She said "Yes a special guest, just get down here, we need your help with security!" So I headed to work early, when I got there, there was a huge black limo out front. As soon as I got inside i noticed it was a mad house, I couldn't even see who this 'special guest' was. I knew I had to get to work though, throwing out overly drunk individuals, and anybody who i thought was being a pain in the ass. I did this until 5 a.m. I better get paid a lot of overtime for all of that. Its 5:45 and it is now time for bed...

Fire!

Before going to work I decided to make one more stop by the carnival to try some moonshine. Joseph Johnson told me the other night when I saw him walking around the carnival that it was really good, and it hits you fast and hard. When I strolled up to the entrance of the carnival I noticed the food trailer was on fire, so was the moonshine shed! Oh well I decided not to even enter the carnival because I knew it would take me forever to get back out again. It is now 8:30 p.m. so I might as well go ahead to work. While at work I had to kick four clowns out for throwing Monopoly money at the dancers. I guess they thought it was funny because that fake red paint smile was pretty damn big. Once my job was done I went home and hit the sack. 

CARNIVAL!..... or concentration camp?

Today I decided to go to the fall carnival behind Finch Pointe to kill time before work. I walked out of the front doors of Finch Pointe, and turned right to walk down Moth St. Once I reached Elm St. I took a right, in front of Creative Movement. Once I began to get to the entrance of the carnival I got a huge whiff of stale cigarettes.... I hate the smell of cigarettes! I decided to buy some tickets anyway. I bought 5 tickets. I don't like most of the rides,because I have a weak stomach. I decided to go over to where you throw knives at balloons, that game is my favorite. I used three of my five tickets, where I popped four of five balloons, that got me a medium prize. Once I had considered all of my options I decided to get an earthworm, my other option was an old dirty used pair of Nike basketball shoes, and both were left footed. With my last two tickets I decided to take a relaxing ride on the ferris wheel. As I got in my little basket I noticed the whole thing was very rusty, and my basket was connected by a mixture of duct tape and zip ties. As soon as I got to the top the wheel stopped abruptly. As I looked down I noticed the operator frantically trying fix the problem. It was only about five minutes later and it started turning again. Once I got off the ferris wheel I decided I had seen enough freaks walking around, drunken clowns, and disgusting fried food to which you could not identify. While trying to find an exit I saw Joseph Johnson, walking around aimlessly, with a large brown paper bag in hand filled with who knows what. After searching everywhere and walking all over the carnival for TWO HOURS! I eventually managed to escape that pice of shit hell hole. By the time I got out it was about 8:20 p.m. just enough time to eat, and get to work at Queens Place. I walked down Elm St. and took a left onto Swizer St. I got a pulled pork sandwich at Bob's BBQ to hold me over until I got off. Right as I walked into Queens Place to begin work the power went out, I waited around for 30 minutes but eventually I was told I could go home, because nobody was there due to the fact that they would not be able to see anything. I walked down King St. to go back home but knew I wouldn't be able to sleep so I just walked around with no destination in mind to kill time. Around about five when I would normally get off I walked back to Finch Pointe, up 22 flights of stairs and eventually into my apartment. Time for bed.