human
Joe, I said,
gpt
I never judge a man by his clothes, especially one that I know.
human
Jimmy, he said,
gpt
Go long, you pan-handler (beggar), said his old friend. Poor Bob was badly cut up about it, and talked about ingratitude for a long time. But he had his lodging money, for a safe-cracker who knew Hungry Bob when he was one of the gayest grafters in town, happened to be in the saloon, and he gave the
human
How is it, Bob, I said to him,
gpt
You want to know what put me on the bum? he answered.
human
Well, it's this way. I can't trust nobody, and I have to graft alone. That's one thing. Then, too, I like the booze too much, and when I'm sitting down I can't get up and go out and hustle the way I used to.
gpt
Hello, Jim,
human
How's graft, Mike?
gpt
Don't mention it.
human
What makes you look so glum?
gpt
I'm only after being turned out of police court this morning.
human
What was the rap, Mike?
gpt
I'm looking too respectable. They asked me where I got the clothes. I told them I was working, which was true. I have been a waiter for three months. The flymen took me to headquarters. I was gathered in to make a reputation for those two shoo-flies. Whenever I square it and go to work I am nailed regularly, because my mug is in the Hall of Fame. When I am arrested, I lose my job every time. Nobody knows you now, Jim. You could tear the town open.