[Poggio]

As their walk continued, Galvin could think of nothing else to ask the man. Anything he tried the answer was the same, the man did it because he was bored. He begin to toy with the idea of drugging him with ritalin but the lights from the Carnival came into view. A wave of nostalgia washed over Galvin as he remembered one of the few times his parents indulged him and his brother by pretending to be parents. He reigned in his dog, guiding him towards the neon colored lights.