‘I’ve had my share a two things in this life,’ says the man with fadin’ tattoos. To which Johnny slurred out ‘Let me guess, one’s women, the other’s booze.’ ‘Not at alls in that order Johnny, but you guessed right-as-hell indeed!’ ‘Well man,’ Johnny says drunkenly, ‘guess we’re made of the same breed. Flocks of a feather or somethin’ my old lady Brimm used to say, I say ‘used’ of course cause now she’s sent me on my way. So these past nights I’ve been haunting bars on this here street, Lookin’ for liquid answers and a free hot meal to eat.