Review: Joyland by Stephen King

Whiskey Black

Ever since I can remember I’ve always been creeped out by the thought of being in a carnival or amusement park after it closes. So anytime there’s a movie or book dealing with one I have to check it out.

Once, way back in my crazy, early 20’s, I made friends with a bunch of Carnies at the local carnival when it was in town. The perks of chumming it up while slumming it up are free rides until your head explodes or you barf up your Dr Pepper and funnel cake. Thankfully, neither of those actually happened. The rides closed down for the night before I could get my puke on. So, I got to face one of my fears and set myself up for a typical gnarly after school special – walking around a creepy ass dark carnival with a bunch of people that I didn’t know jack…

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