August's Physiatrist

August is a very angry, jealous person. I can usually find the good side to everybody, but August is a little different.  The only thing that makes him happy, that satisfies him, that makes him tick, is the circus.  I think there is no treatment for August.  There is nothing that can change him.  I think the only thing that would be good  for not only him, but everybody else too, is to go on the road by himself with no animals or people alike.  I feel this is the only way to make everybody happy.

The Circus Today

The circus today is not something appropriate for class conversation.  Nor is it for at home or on the street.  The circus today is all about sex, drugs, and drinking.  Pretty girls and buff guys.  Some people get a thrill out of it while others talk about how stupid it is.  Sometimes even denying that their relatives have anything to do with it.  All types of stuff today are the equivalent to the old time circus.  Stuff like concerts in the Metra, and the Superbowl.  No not all of the time are they bad things, but most of the times, yes it is. Sometimes people get so drunk they can't stand up; others start doing drugs that they never thought they would have ever touched; while some people, while under intoxication of one or both of these sometimes... well, I'll leave that up to your imagination.  None of these are appropriate conversation anywhere.  That's all thanks to how different the American culture is from back in the good old days.  Truly, I think I would rather live in that culture back then, than in our, to say the least, perverted way of life today.