The 'Carneys'

So, there's basically two classes of gypsy, the wandering salesman and the performer. But oh holy fuck have you not seen some of these people. At the drum circle we get people who like to do circus acts to either draw attention to themselves or legitimately practice (and with how these fucking people dress and act, I'm gonna call it safe to assume the former.)

It's not like those of us who run the stands HATE them, in fact these technicolor douche-bags seem to drum up business. So what's my complaint here? They never have any fucking money, they sometimes bring stereo's down and blast the most heinous music ever and think that they're the shit. (Well, you got one word out of that sentence down you fucking hipsters, now go eat it.) Also, they tend to have one of two attitudes I've noticed:

Carney Attitude #1: Pretty relaxed guy, likes training in all fields of circus acts, usually sticks to the tightrope during the day and switches to fire spitting at night. Friendly, but consistently broke as hell. More than active in the hopes of either catching a ladies attention with his 'skills', more than lonely when that NEVER works.

Carney Attitude #2: Self loathing hipster who claims to be a gypsy, a hippie, etc. Constantly whining when not the center of attention and ideally the most retarded fucking people at the drum circle. (I.E. Just hipsters with bullfuck attention problems, your daddy not hug you enough? Or did he 'hug' your insides too much?)

Either way you slice it, you got a 'Carney' and I know it doesn't seem fair to lump in the second group since its just a handful of fucktards taking down the whole group but I digress.

I have a story involving the second group, Judy (Another salesman a friend and a great old lady, lol) was at the park selling as per the usual, when a kid (no older than 18 I', positive) walks past our stands. This guy was pretty much SCREAMING to the world for someone to beat his ass down. He was wearing a pink tutu, a cat in the hat, uh, hat and had a goddamn boombox playing what I can only guess was dubstep, or someone beating a cat to death with a seagull. He was drowning out the drums the hippies were so fervently trying to make louder than the sounds of the shit he was playing. Judy don't take that shit man, she walked up the queen of fairies, yanked the cords out of his stereo instantly shutting it up. Believe me when I say the WHOLE park got quiet and looked over. She got right in the guys face, told him this was the DRUM CIRCLE and to get the fuck out of the park. He refused, plugged his crappy music back in and got his face smashed open later on in the night by some people who caught him alone at the bathrooms. I ain't saying it was any of us, but he totally fucking deserved what he got.