Originally Posted by Webb Diego

It's the oldest story in the book, Fella, so don't think you've invented anything new here. A guy strung out on drugs or alcohol or playing the ponies needs some fast cash, so he offers himself up in a little "kiss my ass for pay" scheme. We see it all the time, especially down in San Diego, where things can get a little "loosee-goosee" now and again. In fact, my guess is you're a three time loser, Pal. Drugs, alcohol AND playing the ponies. Oh sure, "what's the harm," you ask. A few beers, a "hit" from a "joint" of "maryjane," a few bucks on a long shot that'll never come in. That's the way it is for your types, isn't it? You see a couple of tipsy sailors on the street, and the next thing you know you're hustling them for every nickel they've got. Nickels the fine citizens of this country gave them in the form of taxes, which By God I hate, but Mister, I'm going to pay anyway. And them you come along with your slick Ohio accent and your fancy bicycle looking for trouble. Well Buddy Boy, you just found it.