(Mr. Eddie) used to serve the local drunks by the drink late at night. They'd bang on his front door and pay him and drink it right there on his porch.

Mr. Eddie was 80 years old (in the 90's) and said he'd killed a white man in Virginia, where he was from, when he was young and had to move to Philly. I believed him because he could have kicked my ass, even once I was 6 feet tall.