That evening I'm sitting at this rib joint slurping down a half slab and who comes by my table but Baker. He's got a tapered haircut, a three piece suit, and a ring the size of Texas. Too bad he's still ugly. I been having some strange problems since I got beaned. I thought maybe he might apologize.
Cash just rolls in.
I didn't have a clue what he meant. Everybody has a lucky streak once in awhile. Well don't let me hold you up. I'd have decked him right there in the restaurant. Maybe he asked for it.