Boomtown Diaries: Chapter 8
I pry my crusted over eyelids open to see that my face is half submerged into a lake of beer presumably spilled the night before. A half smoked cigarette butt floats past as I slowly lift my head out of the muck.
I pry my crusted over eyelids open to see that my face is half submerged into a lake of beer presumably spilled the night before. A half smoked cigarette butt floats past as I slowly lift my head out of the muck.
These are the remaining journal entries of an Ace Freely – Freelance Journalist, who was in attendance at the annual Boomtown Fair 2014, the other pages are either ripped out, water soaked or too obscured by cigarette burns and other miscellaneous muck. We present them to you in the hopes that they will enlighten you in regards to the encompassing madness …