The Peru Scandi

 I did not need or really even want another knife.  But, one night I got drunk as an English Lord . And as penance the next day, I walked my fat ass up to the market about 3 miles away to buy cigars and a bag of coca leaves from the most delightful Inca lady. She is about 4 feet tall,  and  rounded out like a cask,  She has the friendliest face and the most appealing personality of anyone I have ever met in my travels. We stood there chatting for a bit about how to cook the Inca whole dried potatoes. Then I fired up a cee-gar and began the walk back to my flop house.

I cut down a side street through the market and came upon a dour faced old hag selling household items. I dug through her box of junk knives and unearthed an

old scandinavian style blade. The handle is loose as is typical of this style blade,  but I bought it for  .25 cents. I wrapped it in paper and tied it with a string I made from a plastic bag, and stuck it in my back pocket. 

I made one more stop to buy cactus tunas from and old man then continued my walk. I will eventually reset the handle and make a sheath for it then gift it to someone

The end.