I still got that damn word on my arm in the dream, and damn if I didn't wake up with it right back on my arm in my real life too. It was another fun filled dream. Started out in the mine. I saw a flash of light, followed it and ended up in a war zone like in the earlier dreams I'd had. Next thing I knew, I was waking up outside the mine and Lods was there trying to teach me or whatever. I don't want nothing to do with him, and I walked away, left him to fend for himself. He's blind, but sees better than anyone.
Back at the camp, I found out one of the dancers, Dora Mae, was murdered. A bunch of the carnies went into the town to find someone to hold accountable, but the place was deserted. After Dora Mae's funeral, Jonesy spotted one guy, the bartender, from Babylon. They ran him down and took him back for some good old fashioned 1930s carney justice. Which is basically Russian Roulette.
He got lucky, and Samson let him go. We packed up to move on to the next town, and it all feels, i don't know. Surreal. Insane is another word for it.