Scatomancy

"Eating shit and loving life." Is how a drunk Indian responded to me when I asked how he was. I gave him ten bucks. I felt bad for him having to drink Scope to get buzzed. He had the sweetest breath. That act of kindness cut my own binge a little short tonight. So be it.
Tomorrow is the highest of holy ceremonies an Okie can attend. The grand-national gun-n-knife show. The largest on Earth. I'm there with bells on, baby. Gotta get some rest. The holy of holies is held in the Expo building at the fairgrounds. It was once the largest suspension building in the world. Literally a MILE+ of reloading gear, military surplus, junk handguns, rifles, and knives, fantasy crap swords, the latest gizmo to make your AR-15 fire full-auto without being full-auto, imposter perfumes, cheap-ass jewelry, Native-American art; genuine and forged, books on building a nuclear reactor out of a washing machine, books explaining why the Jews are collaborating with aliens, and balloons for the kids.
Present your military ID or DD-214 for a dollar off the ridiculous admission. Why bother when dollar off coupons are everywhere.
Eat shit and love your life.