"Gawd, you're absolutely discusting!" Louie woke with a start as Big Bill grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up from the arm of the old horsehair sofa over which he had passed out last night. The faces of the guffawing men and the distainful women blurred past his vision as Big Bill manhandled him into the bathroom and shoved him the shower, clothes and all. "How in hell some one as drunk and passed out as you were can manage to have a wet dream is beyond me."

"You better straighten up, boy, and start acting like a decent human being, or you won't be playing music with us anymore, I don't care how good you are on that guitar. And I happen to know that Aunt Cathy has about had it with you too. She loves you as much as she does Billy, but she is not going to continue to tolerate your churlish behavior."