Armed, dangerous

Joe buys weird shit everytime we stop. He bought a space pen at Staples in Boston, so he can write lying down in the van. Today he bought a sling-shot at a Wal-Mart in Ontario. They told us in film class in college that when a gun makes an appearance in the first act of the film it will be fired in the last act. I think that will be the case with the sling-shot: it's fun for shits and giggles right now, but someone's going to lose an eye before we're home.