Walking around you wonder how on earth these people could live near you. They gather from all over the county. You've never seen a more messed up gaggle of humanity than this. Your neighbors are malnourished, drunken Neanderthals.

Yet there you are eating at the same overcrowded picnic table. Grabbing for the last open bench space to watch the polka band whose better days were just short of horrible. It sure is difficult to have fun when you're better than everyone else. You'll get by.