“You know what I think it is, Diane? Why people hate when I’m around but love to keep me near?” Joey began, rhetorically.
“What’s that, Joey?”
“Besides, this gangster they want to make me out to be? It has nothing to do with that. I’m simply the thing they would be, if they only had the cajones to be.”
“And what is that?”
He paused for effect.
“Free.”