Bud enjoyed getting that kind of respect from black people—it 
reminded him of his noble heritage in the trailer parks of North 
Florida—and he didn't mind the money either. After that day he began 
looking for black people with that same scared uncertain look about them. These 
people bought and sold off the record, and so they carried hard money. He did 
pretty well for himself for a couple of months. Every so often he would stop by 
the flat where his bitch Tequila lived, give her some lingerie, and maybe give 
Harv some chocolate.