Ain’t no circus ever been to this town. Damn sky is too low for raising tents, not ones you can run an elephant around. Not ones you can swing a girl by her teeth in or shoot a fat guy across from a cannon. Sky’s been pressing down on us around here for years, it don’t care about things like that. Sky don’t mind one bit, suffocating us with pressure, making us irritable and sleepless, curt with one another. Trying to stoop us over with relentless persuasion. Can’t push back on the sky, there’s too much of it, it doesn’t notice, you get tired.

Ain’t no circus been to this town ever. Damn sky. We got a Dairy Queen though.