Nobody else had been traveling with Magnamo’s Carnival long enough to remember Joe Rommel, but they damn sure talked like they knew him. Usually the bullshit about Joe came from the younger guys who grew tired of the same old story and decided to spice things up to their liking. One dry night in Nevada, the night we watched them take apart Thrill House for the very last time, Baby Bilbo came up with quite the stretcher.
Bilbo’s proper name was Bill, and we’d have called him that if he weren’t so short and curly-haired and weren’t so goddamn chatty all the time. The carnival had spent that afternoon collapsing itself into smaller pieces for the trip to Pennsylvania, I think, or maybe Ohio someplace. I came across Bilbo on my way back from last call at the mess trailer. He sat on the steps…
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