Fargie was one of the most harmless of the regulars. No felonies, I mean. He and his cohorts worked at the recycling plant, or the Proctor & Gamble factory, or the tire shop, or some other honest, working stiff job. Many of them had been to jail or rehab at least once. One of them, Bill, was the half-brother of one of the other bartenders, and the right-hand man of a strong arm who was the closest thing Iowa City had to the Mob. Bill's favorite line was, "Where did you get that mouth?"

Good night, Bill.

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