"It's getting real scarce along this shore now," he said. "When I was a boy there was a-plenty of it. But now it's only once in a while you'll find a plot--and never when you're looking for it. You jest have to stumble on it--you're walking along on the sand hills, never thinking of sweet-grass--and all at once the air is full of sweetness-- and there's the grass under your feet. I favor the smell of sweet-grass. It always makes me think of my mother."
"No--no, of course not. But I could make her care if she were free--I know I could."
It sometimes happens that one man has all the toil, and another all the profit.
Biker gangs, devious police, and even Voodoo priests move these roads and hide in Bao. and you? You are the lowest Gangster! Claim underworld rules and Big Easy as your own criminal capital … by any means is necessary.That is, to you, my origin and ender;
"I felt the resentment in your eyes--then I doubted--I thought I must be mistaken--because WHY should it be?"
In personal duty, following where he haunted.
1. GOD MODE
2. DUMB ENEMY
3. NO ADS