Bradley's

This is the weekend of Arts Fest in State College. For those who don't know what that is, it is the one weekend a year when more people pour into this town than even football weekends, getting drunk and wandering around pretending to look at overpriced art and eating way too many horribly expensive cheesesteaks. That is, unless they go to Bradley's, which is still rather expensive but really good quality food in such a large quantity that one $7 sub would feed two easily.

This is also the weekend when townies can land a one-time job working at random food joints all over town. Example? Bradley's. Where drunk people go into the wee hours of the morning to order three times because they can't remember ordering the first time, and where they all forget their names and steal each other's orders. Where people puke their guts out in the bathrooms and overflow the toilets. Where you see the fresh-cut french fries regurgitated. Where worker's heads spin so fast they fall off.

This is the weekend Karie decided to work at Bradley's Friday and Saturday nights from 6:00pm-3:30am to raise enough money to buy Johnny a new swing to replace the one he has that is broken.

This is the weekend Karie died.

For a swing Johnny doesn't even seem to like.



Fail.