MF: How was that?
RS: Awesome. Saw the entire world. I’d recommend it to anyone.
RS: Yep. I’ve even got me a bullet scar. (Bob hiked his shirt to reveal a hairy belly with a slight horizontal mark).
MF: What happened there?
RS: One night in South America, some locals wanted to drive the carnival out of town. Our boss prepared us by giving us pistols. When they came, we shot at them. Unfortunately, a bullet grazed me. Hurt like stink!
MF: Why did they want to drive you out of town?
RS: I don’t know. People think carnival folk are bad people – thieves, liars and such. And some are. But people forget that carnival folk make them happy. Ever seen a sad kid at a carnival?
MF: Any kids yourself?
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