The last thing he said to me was he was gonna drop off the laundry at the fluff-n-fold, grab a Whopper and some onion rings from Burger King, then go by The Home Depot to pick up some Mexicans. In that order. How he ended up across town sticking up the 7-Eleven is truly, truly, beyond me. But that’s how things go with Floyd. Nothing ever just happens simple. And the truth of what did happen is always multiple choice.