went to a rodeo and concert at the rodeo grounds in Interior in 1990. me and a guy named Tim (some of you know him). we had some beer and a pack of smokes between the two of us. nothing more.
we hit the grounds and quickly realized it was an all-indian affair. didn't matter, we pushed in and got the truck right up against the arena. couple of remarks about crazy wasicu and it was left at that.
we ran out of beer right quick because folks asked and we said "in the cooler". we had about 20 bucks between us so we moseyed over to the bootlegger and bought Buds for a dollar a can ...
then we plumb ran out - no cigarettes, no beer. friends filled the gap. we'd made friends by giving and the response was giving back or maybe giving again would be a better way to say it. we smoked and drank all night. if the truck didn't know it's way home on it's own, we'd have slept in the dirt parking lot. safe as horses.
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