I can't bust heads like I used to. But I have my ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Madison. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Carson, which is what they called Madison in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of Dave Castro on 'em. "Gimme five Castros for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn't have any white onions, because they aren't paleo. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones