Douglas and Dakota shut down a rigged ring-toss booth at the county fair — a carny with glued-down bottles, rings that never fit, and gas money on his mind. After the daily smoke ritual comes the midway at closing time: bumper cars cooling off, funnel cake grease in the air, a dollar laid on the rail, and a giant teddy bear riding home strapped to the van's roof rack.
Fuzzy guitars, swampy drums, and a raspy lead drive a hook built for two voices shouting over the string bulbs. Put it on for a late-night drive, a garage hang, or any night that needs midway justice with a grin.