Never wanted to be a lifter. But what else is left? The mad ones, dying ones and dead ones.
Pulled another job for that Basso. Drank the pay away in the Burrick like the shit-sop I am.
Found a blacktop coughing out his last. He was trying to say something as I went through his pockets. Couldn't have helped him anyway.
Getting a cough. It's just the chill air. I hope it's the chill air.
I'm to knock over a store in the Stumbles. My father used to take me there. Haven't thought about him since we put him on a cart.