Leach: Look here. I live comfortable. I'm no junkie bum. Just look at my pad. It's clean. Yeah, it's clean, except for these - creeps that come here and call themselves my friends. Shhi... My friends, wow. Like they come here with a little money, see. Then they expect me to use my hard earned connections to furnish them with heroin. But, then when I take just a little for myself, they cry and they scream - the bastards!|