Oklahoma Kid. That's me. I'm the Oklahoma Kid. You fuckin' varmint! Dance. Dance. YAHOO, YA MOTHERFUCKER!
One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.
One night, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. There was nothing like it. I didn't think there was anything strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-year-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.
And when the cops, when they assigned a whole army to stop Jimmy, what'd he do? He made 'em partners.
