"Hoooweeee, whatchaknowgood, son??!! I got the old man's gas card — you wanna go scrapping or what?"
"Hell yeah — But first ya gotta beer me up, bitch!"
A good day of scrapping can get you a twenty dollar rock and a pack of cigarettes.
Ma: Damn you! I told you not to call collect anymore from the jail! What jail you in?
Deadbeat: Ashtabula City. I was fixing to make $23.00 off that aluminum. I had $6.00 on me bastards took it for pay to stay.
Deadbeat: Gotta go they putting me in a cell. Love ya.
Ma: Love you too.