Too many beers find me once again in line at the corn dog stand. The bad calliope music and midway heavy metal fight for supremacy. Hot babes of all persuasions wander by, ignoring me. “I’ll take two please?”
As I eat my two more corn dogs I watch the crowd go by and wonder about myself. My brother and I look alike. He gets all the women he wants. I don’t. I know it all comes down to attitude, but have never found that confidence that I know lives somewhere deep down inside me.
Maybe just one more corn dog.