8/24 What I done with the money don't need to worry you--you ain't copyin' me for morals. You learn to loop and tail-slide and the fallin' leaf, and to write your name, and them things. It ain't so hard--not for a guy like you that ain't got sense enough to be afraid of nothing. The way you went off in that plane with the girl made my hair stand on end, and that's no kiddin', neither. |