@dr-mac-adler
He had done his time. He had suffered, he had survived, and now heâs finding a way to move on. Shaking his head to rid the last bits of water from his hair that needs a cut, Ezra tried to shake away the memories of the dunk tank. Tried to be a good guy, volunteer and help out, and for some reason all people did was happily throw balls at the target in order to ruin his day. Who couldâve thought it wouldâve went that way? Certainly not Ezra.
Searching for the stand that sold funnel cakes in order to cheer him up, he kept quiet and just eyed all the other participants at the festival. Some people seemed to want to be any other place but here and some actually seemed to be having a pleasant time. It seemed to be no inbetween. For the most part, he recognized most of the faces that were spread around him-- however, lately, there were more and more he didnât. It unsettled him, but what was he to do about it? Actually, that was a fairly easy answer. Walking up to the first person he didnât know, he began talking whether they were paying attention or not.Â
âDo you know where the funnel cakes are? Iâm thinking about burning down the ferris wheel if I donât find it, soon. It wonât make me feel better, but less area to look around, yâknow?â
