So, if you're not a junky, and have nothing to do with the Palomos, what the fuck were you doing in their heroin-filled shack? You better cooperate, or you may spend the rest of your life in jail.
With your permission, may I have a drink?
[gets served water, takes a sip
The Palomos' shack has always been to me like hell itself. My grandkids, six I'm in charge of, are forbidden to get near that place. But there are moments, Mr. inspector, when life gets so tight, that one has no choice but ...