To the best of my recollection, we were in Breckenridge, TX. Mark and I had walked to a Dollar Store up the road just to browse. We didn’t really need anything, but while we were there, I saw some silly string and just knew that at some point on the trip, it might come in handy:
On our way back to the bus, up walks Brudge. He stopped in the middle of the road, acting like he was in a gunfight, and said, “I’m from Breckenridge, TX, and I don’t take junk off of anyone.”
Immediately, I remembered that I had the can of silly string, so out it came, and I proceeded to cover Brudge with the full contents of that can. We stood there at the side of…