My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. I put my hand in some cement and felt another hand.

What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.

What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bee and he told me about the butcher and my wife.

My uncle's dying wish - he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair.

I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.