Thinking about the other day when I was hanging around a campfire and folks were talking about what age they were when exposed to wild shit. I just kept grinning, I grew up in a carnie family that was involved with Sturgis, I seen shit others wouldn’t believe at ages unbelievable.

And oddly enough, none of the stuff I saw at Sturgis scarred me. As a child seeing public nudity and public sex and public drugs and leather gear and all that, that stuff didn’t negatively affect me, my grandparents turning their deli into a hotdog stand every year was very Bob’s Burgers.