I found him inside a red tent on skid row. I didn’t have to talk to him to know that he was right for the job. He was the right size and fucked up just enough. When I explained how easy it would be, he didn’t believe me. I laughed. It was funny that someone coming down from a high had the capacity to be skeptical. I told him that when I need strong men for difficult jobs I find them at the parking lot of Home Depot. He got the joke and laughed. Yes, he was the right one and it turned out we got along really well.
Your name is Stanley and you’re my cousin. Got it?