“What?! No, I didn’t know that.”  
     “That’s the kind of thing this    
Initiative is trying to stop. Here, you
can read all about it in this          
brochure.”                             
     “Of course, I’ll sign,” he said   
after taking one and reading a little. 
     “Thank you,” I said, and then     
watched as he disappeared around the   
corner. Probably to find the nearest   
steak house to get one for himself.    
     After that, it was easy, and it’s 
also when I met Pee Wee. He’s probably 
one of my best friends now, and also   
one of my secret friends.              
     Things weren’t always peachy keen 
with us, especially after he found out 
what I’d done.                         
     That first day, though, we were   
both working the same corner, and on   
* one of our breaks, got to talking.       
     He liked my tag-line about the    
cows, and even let me stay at his      
place, but don’t let the name fool you.
He looked like he was at least seven   
feet tall. Six and a half, he once told
me, and as big as a bull, if a bull    
could stand up and walk around.        
     In short, he’s huge, but his man- 
ner’s as gentle as a kitten’s, unless  
you pissed him off.                    
     Since we usually worked the same  
corner, we’d try and see who could come
up with the most outrageous tag-line.  
The one that would bring the most      
people in and listen to the rest of our
spiel.                                 
     Of course, I almost always won,   
but unarguably, Pee Wee came up with   
the best one of all time.              



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