—Say, what do you do?
—I’m not sure, sir.
—Whatta ya mean you’re not sure? How old are you son?
—Thirteen I reckon.
—I ain’t much for learning.
—Learning’s one thing. Not knowing your age is a different matter entirely. Where are
—And what do they do?
—Stuff I guess.
—What kind of “stuff”?
—The kind of stuff where they don’t make much money.
—Is that what you want to do, then? Grow up to be poor?
—Ain’t got no choice, I guess.
—We always have a choice, son. (more…)