THE SET EM UP CARNIVAL

I can't quite understand why someone would set up a carnival in this rundown town, especially with this type of weather. I am inside of the laundromat and still have to wear some type of sweater of jacket.

This weather is soooo freaking annoying. I don't understand why my dad would live here. He is from the islands where its always hot and complains anytime the weather gets below 70. Now why in the world would he want to be here. There hasn't been a nice day yet. Why am I here.

OMG!!! Sirens. What the hell happened. I hope its nothing too serious. I walk outside to see where the fire truck is going. OH WOW. That old abandon warehouse caught on fire. I look at my watch. It is only 2:33. In the afternoon. Now what could have possibly happened up there this early in the day. Maybe some idiot went up to get high and fell asleep and it caught on fire. Oh well. I could care less. Not my problem.

I go back inside the laundromat, and realize that no one is going to come in to wash clothes, so I decide to close up. These people are so frickin nasty. Nobody washes clothes and I know they don't have any washer machines of their own in this broke down ruins they call a town.

As I walk out the laundromat, someone bumps into me. I've never seen this person before, but they seem lonely. He walks pass me and heads towards the carnival. I don't know what he is going to do there, but I am curious. So I head towards the carnival also. As I walk over, I see him head towards the ferris wheel. Someone near yells for him and I find out his name is Shayn. Cool...

I continue to walk around and view people since I don't want to feel like a stalker. I pass by the stand where you throw balls at a set up of bottles and see this army looking man trucking balls like its nothing. And all the while he is yelling commands like he is about to go to war. I get close enough to see his name is Lt. Rocco Stone. Before I realize it, he is staring me straight in the eye as if he knows me.

That's when it hits me...One of the guys my dad encountered here was never given a name. Just initials. LT. R.S. is this guy. And he must be staring because I look so much like my dad.

Hold one hot minute. Why is it that my dad only had encounters with guys. The few women were given names and the guys weren't... Could he have possibly been...

I turn quickly and walk far away and decide I need to find out why he died and what he was here for.