 What if I did hit the deck? What it says to me, Zeke, is that you're the farthest thing in the world from being a free man. And what about me? Well, you're just as much a prisoner right now as Zeke is. You never have told us why you're running away. It doesn't matter. Why not? Because people like you would figure we were wrong to be dealing. Dealing drugs, you mean? Yeah, but only coke. And weed, of course.