Fond Fair Memories:
- Consuming almost an entire bottle of rum and passing out for a while in some coats. Then I ate a really nice cheeseburger.
- Punctuating the space between 'warm' and 'leatherette' with a power drill as I danced.
- Voltaire saw my ding-dong and was repulsed.
- The kids in the Slipknot shirts who got really into Fad Gadget because of me.
- The kinship and love I feel for my friends. Best in NYC, would hang out again. A++.
- Some dogs I saw.

Photos from the fair part 1:




Johnny is so happy to be in a place.


Decorations! Johnny wanted to do a puppet act with the skeleton, but the skeleton didn't want to go onstage; he had a boner. Thanks, John.


Drinking! Thank god for booze.


Dancing! Thank god for deathpunk and early electronic mix tapes.


And Drop Dead Magazine! That vinyl sold like hotcakes. Little music hotcakes that probably taste terrible.


Mister Bone Jangles!


I was incredibly wasted by this point. High five!


Hug the fuck out of 'em, Phillipe Amina!


Collapsing drunk people.