She was 15 years old, going on 35, Doc, and she told me she was 18, she was very willing. You know what I mean? I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. But between you and me, she might have been 15. When you get that little red beaver right up there in front of you, I don’t think it’s crazy at all and I don’t think you do either. No man alive could resist that, and that’s why I got into jail to begin with. And now they’re telling me I’m crazy over here because I don’t sit there like a goddamn vegetable. Don’t make a bit of sense to me. If that’s what being crazy is, then I’m senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that’s it.
