A trickle of sweat ran down my overheating cheek.
Tens of thousands of strangers were shouting at me, pointing, there was no place to hide as I made my way down the street…..
No, It wasn’t an angry mob finally forming over my reluctance to get a proper job in 2.5 years. There were no pitchforks or not even a single rotten tomato was thrown in fury. it was the Independence Day parade and I found myself right in the middle of it!
For the first time ever, I wasn’t on the outside bumping elbows with onlookers. I wasn’t having slushies, random fried objects, and all the other filth that Americans feel the need to eat at parades spilled all over me…I was actually in the street where the action was!
Tops in Lex, the local magazine that I have been shooting pictures for invited me to walk with them in the parade. It was a strange experience, with literally thousands and thousands of eyeballs burning down on me from windows, bridges, and the sidewalks. It was also exhilarating. We had a limo, mostly for show, and all of us swarmed the streets in our dangerously yellow T-shirts to join the politicians, midgets, and other oddities that you find in a parade.