[lippy]

There was this old bastard at my 4/8 table once that bitched about everything. Apparantly he thought we were friends and told me that he hated the floor for not allowing him to go by "Crowbar".

I, stupidly, asked why he'd like to be crowbar. He went on to describe that he had murdered a man in Tijuana when he was in the marines with a crowbar. Delightful table talk.