The thing is, I can’t afford to… I can’t afford to pay the heat. I’ve had to farm out my kids. They keep cutting shifts down at the docks. You just don’t get picked every day. I sold everything I got
to anybody who would buy. I went on public assistance. I signed on at
the relief office. They gave me 19 dollars. I need another 18 dollars and 38 cents so
I can pay the bill and get the kids back. You know me well enough to know
if I had anywhere else to go, I wouldn’t be here. If you could help me through this time,
I sure would be grateful. Sure, Jim. Sure. Good luck. Jim. Jimmy. Here you go, Jim. Good luck, Jim. I’m sorry, Joe.
I didn’t… I’m sorry. What in the hell
do you have to be sorry about? Jesus Christ, Jim. How short are you? About a dollar fifty. OK.