>The only case I was on was a case of cheap beer, and even that was almost solved.
>I've got a houseboat down by the Chicago river. Inside there's a metal footlocker where I keep a fifth and a .32. I call it my medicine cabinet. The liquor to solve my lady problems. The pistol to solve the rest.
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>This dry spell had me open up some cold cases. Little did I know that by nightfall I would make the acquaintance of more stronger spirits...
>The city can make a man sell his soul. Good thing I lost mine a while back. I just wish I would've got something for it first. I'm not good when I'm not working.