"Figures. You can’t trust anyone, especially crooks. I don’t want anything to do with them or being a runner. First job I applied for was working an old rag-n-bone franchise out in Bay Ridge. Two hundred kids were lined up by the time I got there. I asked this jeek how early I should have arrived; he said he lived outside the store, on the off chance he’d get a few hours paid. In the evening his missus brought him a tray of mollusks scraped from the side of boats in the harbor. I told him that trash was full of PCBs and other fun stuff, that you might as well chug a bucket of old engine oil. Laughed in my face."