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September 6, 2008
Steve and I walked through downtown tonight, observing the closed carnival rides. The roads we so often driven upon were corridored off for the weekend for the sake of them. Walking by the house of mirrors and the flood light with an attached generator, we discussed the kinds of people who travel with these carnivals. Steve thought about his friend who joined the carnies one summer and was never the same afterward, badly influenced by all the drugs. Thinking how easy it would be to snatch a stuffed animal without being seen, I recalled the Dean Koontz book, Twilight Eyes.