Hes not on here. What do you mean, Aaron? I mean hes not on here. He makes more money than a tennis shoe pimp, and he has multiple girls. None of whic...h are on drugs. Hes got rules, morals. John held up his hand, interrupting Dante a pimp has morals, he said sarcastically. Yeah, he does, Dante sounded a bit annoyed, but went on to explain, hes also not a player. He doesnt work for anyone. Hes in it for him, but hes not as high as the macks. Hes got money, but not that kind of money. No one works. He was ready to listen as only a bartender could.My Story:"Well Sam, it begins nine years ago when I was in college. I was fresh faced, believed in miracles and ready to grab for the brass ring. I was smart as hell, eager as the proverbial beaver and ready to make my fortune. I was working on a Master's in engineering and I was in my final year. I was just filling in my schedule since I only needed credits to fill out my minors. My major was Chemical Engineering and I had completed all of the. And from what you said before, you think ‘smart’ is sexy!”“Very, very good! I think you could pass the final exam with flying colors.”Liv smirked, “And what’s that?”I laughed, “No, not THAT! The final exam for the Rap Sessions is life. When you reach the end, can you look back and say you’ve had a ‘well-lived life’?”“You really seem to like talking about this stuff.”I nodded, “I find it very satisfying and fulfilling, and if I can help correct the course that society is on, so much the better.. They kept you because you've shown them something. Yeah, I might have helped get you a chance. But a chance was all it was. You're here because you've shown you can play this game. I expect you to be in High-A by the end of the season. You hear?" I'll do my best, Brock," Ryan said earnestly."Just remember: Your best is pretty damned good, Kid," Brock said, patting Ryan on the shoulder."Hey, Miller, you take a wrong turn at Albuquerque?" a voice boomed out.Brock recognized the voice as belong to.