Mortals

If motor oil could be bottled and sold as cologne, then you know damn well he’d be the first in line to purchase it. He wasn’t in the business of making friends — he was in the business of getting shit done. Sure, he could take care of your car troubles. But those who had been around a while knew he could take care of your bigger troubles, too. Let’s just say he was a fixer, and leave it at that.