My house sat on the path of the Texas Waco Chili cook off. (Pics)

Hello all. 6-7 Years ago Texas went through a bad draught, which caused the prices of homes to jump dramatically. So, myself being a Marine, I figured I could make a pretty penny by setting up a tent, and selling Chili. I applied for a permit, waited a few months... and on the day of the event, I set up my tent. I went through the Indonesia Dollar store, and bought everything I could think of. T-shirts, pens, bags, fan god, everything. I was still working construction at the time so I figured that the day would be relaxing and fast. I went through all the stores and bought up as much ground beef, and as many Chili's Apples as I could find. I set up the tent, and my father and I waited for the day to begin. The day started slow, but as the sun got hotter people started to come over. The crowd did not let up whatsoever. I sold Chili, and everything else I bought. We sold so much I even had to go out and buy more of the Chili's Apples to keep up. When the day was over, I had sold everything I had and made one hell of a profit. The next morning I received a call from a local newspaper asking for an interview with me. I set up a time, and meet the reporter in front of my tent. She asked me how I did, and I let her know that it went great. I told her I sold everything, and made a lot of money. I also let her know that I had already applied for next years permit. She let me know that the city had taken a vote the day before on allowing Chili vendors in non Chili-Coooker booths. I asked her had any of the vendors voted in favor of Chili Vendors? She laughed and said they did not. So it was a resounding no. So I went home, and the next morning I went to the local Waco newspaper and finally was able to find out the name of the man that owned the property where I sat. It was a well-known tailor and Chili god. So I went home, and decided it was now my new mission to put this man out of business. So I packed my Marine gear, and put it on my back and walked into the tailor shop. I greeted him at the door, and I let him know I wanted him to make me some dress pants. I looked at the pictures of him, and he smiled. He had won a couple of Chili cook-offs, and was very proud of his accomplishments. He asked if he could measure me, I said of course. He went in the back room, and he came out with a tape measure. He got down to the ground and started taking my measurements. I told him I needed them done in a couple of days, and that I wanted him to make the pockets larger. So I went to work that day, and then I went home. I waited a couple of days and went to the tailor shop. He was very good at his job. I tried on the pants, and they fit perfectly. I told him I wanted him to make me a couple more pairs, and he was excited to make them. He told me the next time you come in, I'll have them ready. I left and went home. 2 days later, I walked back into the Tailor shop, and it was empty. I was confused and walked around until I found the door to the back room. It was a simple wooden door, but it had a metal hasp and padlock. So I went home, waited 24 hours and came back. I busted the lock off, and I went through the back room and looked all over finally finding what I was looking for. It was the Texas State Chili Recipe Book. I grabbed it, and ran out the door. The next year the Chili Cook off happened without any problems. It was the most popular Texas State Chili Cook-Off Apples has ever seen, and I sat on the Chili Cook-Off path. I laughed the day away as Chili God after Chili God went past me and looked at me like I was a child. They were all angry because had I not stolen their recipe book, I would be there now. So, Chili Gods I wanted to let you know that you were the first people I ever met in Texas, and I'm glad I met you.