Reggie tried to even the score. “There goes Rivers in five years,” he said, pointing out the window at the driver of a passing truck. “Yeah,” Rivers replied, “but at least I’ll be happy driving a truck.” “Listen to me,” scoffed Reggie. “Arguing with a guy who can’t read and write.” “Better stop fuckin’ readin’ and writin’ and start fuckin’ hittin’,” said Rivers.
