the 1981 Tennessee State Fair
PT - 6
I got up the courage to do my yoga outside. I took my
sleeping bag out, came out in my long underwear, and began
my yoga. Randy got out of the truck and said. "WHAT THE F@(#
ARE YOG DOING?" And I said, "Randy, I notice you never brush
your teeth, how come?" He said, "You don't have to brush
your teeth, I never brush my teeth." I said, "Not even as a
kid?" And he said, "No, my father was a doctor and he told
me not to brush my teeth. It doesn't do anything. I floss
once in awhile." So I figured maybe that's why all the
carnies weren't brushing their teeth.
Finally I couldn't hold back any more. I had my morning
coffee, and I went into the first toilet booth and sat down.
There was a glory hole there, but it was clogged with toilet
paper. And above the glory hole was a progression of some of
the best drawings I've ever seen in a toilet booth of an
uncircumcised penis growing through different stages into a
full erection. It must have been done by a carnival artist,
because it was very well drawn. The only graffiti in the
whole toilet booth read:
If God did not want man to eat pussy, he would not have made
it look so much like a taco.
This was signed "J. D. Skydiver."
I went back and had coffee and I saw Priscilla and Emmett”
"Hi Priscilla, Hi Emmett" - over by their trailer just like
a suburban couple. Priscilla was spraying the driveway to
keep the dust down and hanging up a patchwork quilt, because
they knew Randy was around and they didn't want any
surreptitious photographs. When I thought about the street
freaks of New York City, I didn't think Priscilla and Emmett
looked so bad. I wanted to interview them, but Randy said,
"No, no wait. I'm going to ask if I can take their
photograph." I decided to walk the midway alone to check it
out and see if there was anything interesting. I
walked along, and I heard what sounded like a England
minister's voice coming over the speaker of this sideshow:
If we can stop one child from taking drugs, then our
world-wide campaign will not be in vain.
He was as normal
as you and I . . . .was what stopped me, actually.
….He was as
normal as you and I. This is B. J. Reed. A shocking example
of the horrors of drug abuse. Please, please, do not be
shocked by what you see.
stopped. There was a big trailer that had an original paint
job. It wasn’t like the airbrush paint jobs every other
show had. It was a well-done, hand-painted combination of
cannabis, different pills, a man in a wheelchair, and in
place of his right leg, a big hypodermic needle, all
surrounded by flashing light
bulbs to attract attention.
Down at the
corner it read: If we can stop one child from taking
drugs, then our world-wide campaign will not be in
To be Continued