Cane and I talked for the next half hour. I sat across from him and learned many facts about the man in that short period of time. He lived on Tenth Avenue in downtown Plimpton, renting out the top floor of a Korean grocery store. He drove a 2001 Jeep Cherokee, although I knew he could have afforded something newer since his bar seemed to do well in the community. His parents, both alive and physically well, lived in Tucson, Arizona, enjoying the sunny days and their retirement. Ale was his choice of beverage. He didn’t smoke, and he enjoyed watching professional wrestling. He believed nothing turned out simple in his life, and he worked hard for anything and everything he wanted.
My next set of questions were quite personal. Maybe they shouldn’t have been, but I instantly felt so drawn t
