dear sale of the grand champion diary,
ima slip my overalls on and slide over to the fair tonight and hide my identity and watch the sailing of the grand champion livestock. i love cows and shit. i have the sweetest outfit to wear where not one single person will ever know who the fuck i am either and i'll prolly be on the news. one year we ate a hit of LSD and went over to watch that shit and had THE time of our lives. i'm a little old to be eating the trippin shit now, honestly, but i'll still wear the tripper clothing. the hat i have to wear over my long blonde braids is fucking RIGHT ON TIME. i placed second in the hog calling contest that year, and had i of won, they'da stripped me of my title if they'da found out of all the enhancement drugs i was on. i think acid makes you scream louder. i still didn't win though, and i was kindof glad. i wanted to get the fuck out of there. tonight though- i just want to blend into the background- in my overalls- my big brimmed straw hat- my wide sunglasses- my braids- and my pot stalk hanging out of my mouth- and my handkerchief hanging from my back pocket. you cant be a loser when you're dressed like a winner. wait....i don't think there is a prize for me- is there?