Big Billy was never going to fix up that ‘22 Mustang floating in his driveway. In fact, it had been floating there so long that a bunch of space weasels had nested under the hood. If you asked Big Billy what his plans for the car were, he’d just mention how first he had to get rid of the space weasels. Then somehow he got the crazy idea to start a space weasel farm, said there was a book on how to do it, and asked me for my library card. What the fuck’s a library, I said. Big Billy died of a drug overdose that night, but folks say you can still hear his ghost, rattling around under the hood of that car.