this is how i relate:
it starts in Luca, Italy, where there was a fair. and this fair had cotton candy, corn-dogs, and rides... that looked fun.
i went with my brother and my nanny. we decided to try a ride called "Twister!!!" it sounds just like it feels.
after eating cotton candy, caramel apples, weird italian candies... we felt anything but mollified.
and soon we saw the corn-dogs and candy once again, splattered on the ground like a puddle of fun at a fair!
we promised we would never speak of that ride again... we assigned little "white" lies to each other so no one would know what happened.
it was not only the first time i threw-up, but the last time i will ever go on anything named "Twister!!!"
they say that dionysus was joyful and immoderate... well then i must be the opposite, because believe me i was nothing but joyful.
