Writing Prompts Day 11

Day 11 of the daily prompts:

Fair

It was the fucking fair time of the year again. He listened to the crowd gathering outside his house and wanted to get his paint gun, which he had bought on a whim when he had thought back to the annual circus that made his life miserable. People were shit. They trampled his flowers, and worst yet were those who thought they could pick them up and pose with them in their vainglorious selfies. He hated people. They were the vermin of the universe. Yet, here...