"Holy crap!" I heard that asshole, Jeff shout. "The old man's got a gun and he's finally gone psycho killer on us all! Everybody run!" I watched as Jeff and his buddies started running away then I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder of the arm that was holding the gun. It was a fucking cop, some big, burly hairy bear-looking guy who in a different circumstance I would have loved to blow or get fucked by. "C'mon, you're coming with me," the cop said as he led me away. I looked back at the duck booth carnie who had a big smile on his face as he held up his red-stained fingers and put them in his mouth as if eating his own blood. Then I could have sworn that his eyes began to glow yellow. The cop began to drag me through the crowd, pushing all the drunken college students out of the way, shouting, "Make a hole! Officer of the law coming through with a prisoner!" I heard a group of girls saying, "Oh my God! Does that guy have cum all over his face?"

The officer held me in his big hairy arms and dragged me past the elephant ear stand. He pulled me by a gypsy fortune-telling booth, past a group of clowns and pushed me through a group of Italian-looking people with olive skin who were dressed in colorful spandex; sequins sparkled from their clothes as they all looked at me in wonder. I guessed that they were part of the circus trapeze act, or something. I felt like I was being brought deeper and deeper into the carnival's underground and it wasn't long before we arrived at a big, purple tent which had a sign above its opening that had pictures of tacos and burritos all over it. It read "An Amazing Tornado Of Tacos!" It was a mobile Mexican restaurant that traveled with the carnival, both to make some money from the locals but also to feed the majority of the working hands, the grunts who did all the hard labor of putting up and taking down the tents every night. By the look of the people inside the purple tent it seemed they were all Mexicans, and probably in the country illegally. They all stared at me suspiciously as the hairy cop dragged me through the array of picnic tables and mixture of college students, native townsfolk and Mexicans who sat at the tables eating. The air in the tent was very hot and filled with the scents of sweat, seasoned ground beef, jalapeno peppers and the comforting , peaceful odor of corn taco shells.

I was expecting to be led into some sort of backroom and horribly beaten or something, but to my surprise we arrived at a picnic table that had an open spot and the officer told me to take a seat. Then I saw a handsome Mexican waiter come toward me with a steaming, steel platter of Mexican food in his hands. He set the platter down in front of me and it held a feast of tacos and burritos, all sitting there steaming and smiling at me in their vast array of beautiful colors. I had always thought that Mexican food was the most robust, beautiful and colorful food on the planet. Red, ripe tomatoes, creamy rich white sour cream and glistening, savory brown beef were only a few of the gorgeous, sensuous edibles that beckoned me to put them in my mouth.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" the big burly cop said. He then tapped the Mexican guy sitting next to me on the shoulder, urging him to get up and he did. The cop then sat next to me and smiled widely. I was able to get a good look at his face for the first time. He had big bushy eyebrows, dark black eyes and rosy red cheeks that, if you didn't know better would suggest the man was a cuddly teddy bear who wouldn't harm a flea. But I sensed something sinister about him. He smiled widely and put his huge arm around me, said, "Dig in! It is time to eat something besides semen for a change!" All the Mexicans at the table laughed and I noticed that the "cop" (I was beginning to seriously doubt he was an actually policeman) was missing two front teeth. He had a beard which was dark brown and seemed to be stained with salsa and sour cream or blood and cum, it was so hard to tell.