“Every half-dead would-be crimelord pushing an oar on a prison hulk, every hanged fool, every cutpurse rotting in a…

“Every half-dead would-be crimelord pushing an oar on a prison hulk, every hanged fool, every cutpurse rotting in a sunless cell all have one thing in common, they were let down by the weak link in their crew. If you don’t have each other, you have nothing but an oar, a length of rope or a dank cell.”

 – Old Jenny Corners, you know her, sitting on the corner, smoking her pipe, watching the young’uns do their dirt.

Inspired by an IM conversation between me and Jim DelRosso