However, somehow you just know that if you 'unsnap' for only one second, he will be gone. You move to the country. You build your own house. Being an American and a Mississippian on top of that, I listened to every word. I had become accustomed to taking direction from critters that had never done an honest days work in their lives and had made a living robbing from the poor and giving unto themselves.
Love is blind and some times very stupid.
In other words, I no longer had the pleasure of his company. I do not know if he found a person of more substantial 'means' or if he went back into the 'trash-can business' but I remembered every word, just like he said. In my mind I went down the 'check list' flipping switches until I came to 'fix your own truck'. My ignition switch had been rendered 'in-op' because of a wad of keys that I kept dangling from it while driving 114,000 miles at least. He worked for a family-owned business that sold such things.