texts: We got information that there's no shit in the street -- it's like a desert full of junkies with a big score coming in to make everybody well.
labels: This could be it, Walter.  This Candy Store guy, putting on a big show in a fancy nightclub with known connections all over him. Then on our own, after working the whole day and night, we tail him out to Brooklyn and sit on him for a week practically, and who do we come up with?  Joel Weinstock.  You gotta let us have it.