The cops would swoop in and clean up the place and then forget it until the next election. This was where I figured I could find Sweet Green. Ten doll...rs here and a twenty there got me the information I wanted and soon I was sitting in a dingy bar, three barstools down from Mister Green himself.Sweet was in a serious discussion with a white man. Either one of them looked like they could go bear hunting with a switch. Sweet was a bit heaver than the white dude, but not by much. Either one would. While we were climbing the stairs, he came around a bit and said he had to go to the washroom. I was waiting for him on the other side of the door. He must have been running his fingers through his hair with cold water. Drunk as he was, he had never looked better. His shirt was unbuttoned and my sweater that I had pulled over him earlier that night to protect him from the icy air was turned upside down, hanging on one shoulder. His hair was wild, all over his head. His half-closed intoxicated. I was talking to one of the guys who was checking into the room next to us about the Raiders and how we liked them, but now I was a Sea-Hawk fan, He told me they liked the Sea Hawks too and thought they might do well.They were a great bunch of guys and Ralph the one I was talking to, told me they came over every couple months to get away from their wives and families, gamble and chase women.Ralph and his buddy, Jingle helped me carry in our bags and our large cooler with beer and booze we had. He liv'd at home, and at discretion, with his father, who himself kept a mistress, and for the rest, provided Charles did not ask him for money, he was indolently kind to him: he might lie out when he pleas'd: any excuse would serve, and even his reprimands were so slight, that they carried with them rather an air of connivance at the fault, than any serious controul or constraint. But, to supply his calls for money, Charles, whose mother was dead, had, by her side, a grand mother who doated.