I think most are just indifferent toward us, some are curious, and some do look down on us.

The ones I’ve met that looked down on us usually looked down on others too. Mommy, or someone else told them they were special early on in life. Being the “niave fucks” they are, they believed it.

One such person is of course, Mr Derbyshire, ( You go to a carnival, you’re going to see carny people. Where do they come from? Is there some ranch out in the Mojave desert where they breed these surly, slack-eyed, pony-tailed, tattooed, nicotine-stained wretches?).Those are his words.

I wonder if he’s looked in the mirror lately. I’ve seen pictures of the prick, and he’s not exactly a chick magnet himself.

Only some people give the public a bad name, in my opinion, and only some people working at the Carnival give us a bad name.

Most people are just given the wrong impression of this industry and it’s people due to stupid books that are full of shit and movies.

Thanks Hollywood.

We’re just like other people, our lives are just a little more colorful.

My life and thoughts as a Carny.