The Sign Inside (and Another Outside) Read: "Real Piranha." But It Was Clear After I Paid My Dollar and Took a Look, that These Were Desiccated Shells of Pygocentrus Nattereri, Likely Dead Longer than I'd Been Alive. But One Embalmed Fish Had In Its Mouth What Appeared to Be a Severed Finger. It Was Grinning this Crazy Grin, a Grin You Might Expect to See On an Artist's Face if the Finger Had Been Savagely Gnawed Off the Hand of Most Any Photography Critic.
Erie County Fair, Hamburg, New York, August 2004.
Printed by Les Krims, in a Basement in Buffalo, New York a Failed Border Town Where the Stank of Government Cheese Meets the E.coli Scented Lake Erie Breeze.
