Packed with barely clothed, over amped Americans with motorized entertainments spilling over into trailers. All the liquids, gasses and solids being collected in anticipation if their purchased thrills and adventures for the day. A bright sky is calling, heat, air, an environment of pointless action. Good times spent of your perfect ruts lived, routine fun. The small mazes of consumables are impossible to traverse. The crowds further thicken to the only point of exit. With the satisfaction of plastic card swipes, they are eventually released.
I just wanted a pack of cigarettes...
