I'm pretty smart, if I say so myself.
Why is that?
This afternoon, we walked into a fruit store, and the clerk thinks I'm some out-of-town hick. "Those apples will be two bucks each", he tells me. I pass over a five. And as he's about to give me a dollar change, I say "keep it, we're even. On the way in, I stepped on a grape".
His dad never gave a crap. Not even at the end of his game. It was scary to see him despondent like that. Dad didn't care for mom much either, or the little doggy. He started going to church, and he started listening to the gospels. It was expected when he robbed the neighbors. He took their wine. He took some rings, and fine jewelry. I think he got a fur coat as well. When he had a son, he didn't think to watch his ways. He thought the same as his daddy.