You know what, I dated white girls. They complain too much. They want everything, credit cards, gifts, dinners, everything. I was married to one for twelve years. She was in the army. Once she became a sergeant, everything changed. Once she got those stripes she wasn’t ever the same. You know what, I took those stripes and ripped them off. I had to show her. I threw them in the trash. To make a point. Stripes don’t make you shit. White girls are crazy. Get away from them. They’ll mess you up and leave you broke. You got a extra cigarette?
    We gave him a cigarette.
    He lit up and was quiet. He closed his eyes. Mmm, that’s good, he said. That’s real good. That’s a good cigarette. Sometimes you just need a cigarette, you know.
    Yeah, we said.
    I used to roll my own cigarettes, he said. I could roll with one hand. I used to roll for my wife. That’s how we met. I was sitting at the bar and rolling cigarettes and she asked if she could have one. I said it’d cost her a dollar. She said no, she ain’t paying for shit. I said she wasn’t getting a cigarette. She grabbed the cigarette and tore it up. Then she started crying and gave me two dollars, one for the ripped up cigarette and one for a new one. Her moods shifted when she was drinking. She came home with me. The next day we sat on the couch and rolled cigarettes and watched TV and smoked all day. I tried to teach her to roll but she was shit. It takes delicacy and a little patience and she doesn’t even come close to having any of those two.
    We said we’ve had a few days like that, sitting home and watching TV all day.
    I once watched TV for forty-eight hours straight, he said. She was in the Gulf War against Saddam Hussein. I was convinced that if I didn’t watch TV for forty-eight hours  straight she was going to die. She’d spontaneously combust, just blow up in a thousand pieces in that desert. Blood and guts everywhere. They send me her head in a bag home, if I was lucky. But the TV was sending me powerful energy waves, you know, the TV waves, when I looked directly at the TV. I couldn’t look away, or I lost the energy. I was sending those energy waves over to her in Iraq. It didn’t matter the distance. I was converting those energy waves and using my mind to send them to her. To project her. It was a shield of energy waves of protection around her, maintaining the integrity of her body. I did it. Forty-eight hours straight. I saved her life. I told her about it but she never said thank you. Can you believe that? Not saying thank you to someone who saved your life, who protected you from exploding? Is that so hard? Thank you, for saving my life. I would have exploded without you. That’s all I wanted, was a thank you.