Your memory is short term on all things but hatred. You never forget a face you hate. Above all others right now you hate the Mel Gibson look a like. You get a job that only seven blocks away. This is good. You can walk to work and back. While on the job you ride with a burly soul named Jake Frobts. You two work to the D A V. You help Jake pick up furniture and other heavy donations. So while heading north on Elm you pass by a house where Mel Gibson look a like is raking up leaves. You make a mental note to make that fucker el grande' pay.