But Greyhawk knew of a couple Mexican chicks who lived just around the corner. Don't think I'm na ve enough to believe in Greyhawk's promises of women. He believes himself and that's why he's a toothless hobo shuffling across the continent. But he's also powerfully charismatic, a mesmerizing talker, and he really does get what he wants most of the time. I was at the point where I was convincing myself that I could stay up till dawn then drink a pot of coffee and go straight to work and fake it all day.
First graders are clueless anyway.
It would never occur to them that their teacher had been out all night on a whiskey binge with a crazed Injun prowling for Mexican girls in the shady part of town. Amazingly, the girls were home. There was an argument right away, some complex drama I knew nothing about, and Greyhawk got slapped. But he pleaded and moaned and cooed and finally they put on some coffee and let us watch tv with them. Everyone shared a spliff but I declined.