The Carnival Pt 3
Here I am, somewhere in EBF Cape Cod; actually it’s called East Falmouth. This would be my first full week of my first summer job. I started out last week as a shy fifteen year old introverted and inexperienced guy posing as an eighteen year old. Did I mention this job was away from home? My boss assured my parents that I would be under his total supervision and not to worry. My first thoughts about this place were beginning to come true. No one else knew where the carnival was situated. Business was slow and to make things worse, it rained on two nights this week. The small crowds of people that showed up on Monday were probably it for the week. I got the impression in my mind that Cape dwellers did not …