“It is like that. No sense in playing make believe.” Lloyd fished out his cannister of Copenhagen, put in a dip, spit off the few grains of tobacco stuck to his bottom lip. Somehow this helped with the nauseating feeling from the smol...
“I cheated Doc and I’m gonna go to jail. It’s the worst day of my life, I feel sick. I’m already drunk.” “Yeah. I smelled your breakfast on your breath. Who’s Doc?” “The guy who runs this thing.” “Field of Dreams Kevin Costner or Yellowstone...