Pickpocket

PickpocketThese kids that slashed the top on the Saab (ain't it a shame, 1200 miles on it, a black rag-top, turbocharger, five-disc sound system), these kids called me Chop-a-Leg, which is what I had done to me. They chop a leg when the foot turns gang green. I had diabetes 12 years and wouldn't quit smoking. My podiatrist warned me the day was drawing near, but I didn't listen. I was still out there trying to get my kicks. Now I traded the five-speed in for an automatic since when you been chop...