That's not me, that's my brother Billy. He's the good-lookin' one in the family. Mama always said that Billy was the purdy one, and I wuz the smart one. Case-in-point: I had all my teeth pulled when I wuz 20, so I could fit more chewing tobbaky in my mouth. Also, I knew that my teeth wuz gonna fall out eventually, anyway. Billy waited until his rotted, and then he lost them all that night we got lit, and he tried to get a dollar bill I had taped to the horns of Daddy's bull, using just his mouth. Whee, fun times.