GPOYW. A day late. TYPICAL.

Taken a few years ago when I was writing a story on a local carnival. My editor lured me to the grounds under false pretenses and then the snake handler, a lively old man named Josef, stuck me with 200lbs of “Apollo”.

He made me sit first because, as he explained looking doubtfully at my legs, “I am vorried…your body , perhaps eet weel break”.

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