At some point, no matter the enterprise, whether for good or evil, trust comes into play…  A man’s word is his bond, his reputation his calling card.  I don’t know who raised you, Chris Dyer, but you are a double dealing, underhanded, lying sack of sh*t.  “Betting” that your next “Move” will land you in the tall cotton…  When in fact you are perpetuating a life that will always have you looking for your next score, looking over your shoulder for the last person you screwed…

What indeed, Dirty…  What indeed.  Probably the ghost of Jacob Hickman…