Short Story: Good Times In The Bay

One time at the local A&P Show – which was all we had worth going to on our own, away from our parents (oh, they would drop us there and pick us up, arrange times to meet, pay our entry but goddamit we were claiming it as ‘freedom’) – we were having a hoon on the sideshows. Teenagers. Wandering. And there’s this toothless old bastard standing there with…