In a field of wild jasmine, Crispin came upon a wandering samurai. He greeted the man, extending his hand for a shake. The samurai looked puzzled, and took a step back. Confused, Crispin extended his hand in greeting yet again. Again, the man did not return the greeting.

How rude, Crispin thought to himself.

It was then that Crispin came to realize the samurai was intoxicated. His first hint should have been the man’s lack of pants. That, and the fact that he was pissing on Cripin’s shoes.