Walking the cracked pavement of Oklahoma City for the past couple of years, I’ve only been threatened with bodily harm once, when a derelict dude pulled a camping axe on me outside of the Valero on the notorious corner of NW 10th and Penn late one fall evening.
All I had on me was ten bucks that night and it was all for Taqueria El Dolar, a taco truck that is totally worth dying for.