Sunday nights meant chapter and post-chapter meant cheap wings at the G-Man. During the warm months we hustled to get an outdoor table and listen in to conversation of "G-Man" guy. We have never confirmed the exact age or occupation of the guy, but we believe him to be a manager at the movie theater next door. Older and wiser, he had a blue collar air about him and propensity to tell it how it is. Here are a few snippets of knowledge we learned from him as he instructed his minions.
"Let me tell you what this job is. You clock in. You put on your shirt. And you f**k off."
"F*****g her was like sticking your d**k in a garage door."
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