Greyhound for Breakfast

Governor of the Situation

I hate this part of the city — the stench of poverty, violence, decay, death; the things you usually discern in suchlike places. I dont mind admitting I despise the poor with an intensity that surprises my superiors. But they concede to me on most matters. I am the acknowledged governor of the situation. I’m in my early thirties. Hardly an ounce of spare flesh hangs on me — I’m always on the go — nervous energy — because my appetite is truly gargantuan. For all that, I’ve heard it said on more than one occasion that my legs are like hollow pins.