"I had a coffee farm one time. It was good. I lunched on soup with
my migrants, and their wives knitted me things, like leggings which i
would tuck under my workshirt and stretch over the tops of my
boots(because of the pythons; first it was rabbits, then came the
pythons to eat the rabbits). I didn't get indecent with them often,
only with those with dull, vacant stares, because that sort of thing
'puts lead in my pencil' better than any wonder drug ever could."