My grandmother’s voice rang in my head, 'You have to haggle. Always haggle. Otherwise, they won’t respect you.

And after the army, nothing in real life scared me. Except a shovel. And churches still put the fear of God into me…

The door flew open, and I ducked immediately, which was the only reason I didn’t get a purse to the face. I’d seen that trick from her before.

I came here with Fat Willie for some beer. He got me drunk, rolled me up in the carpet, and stuck me under the bench,' I answered truthfully.