The Death of a Homeboy

I was on a New Jersey transit bus. I thought immediately, oh my, there's some terrible accident. And what I saw was the brinks truck, the money fell out. You don't have a money truck crash in your veal very often. October 1999, another Thursday, a farm near Brownsville, Oregon,. The horses alerted me to it because of the crash. They smell something and their whole posture changes.