British Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli was born on this day in 1804. He said:
"It destroys one's nerves to be amiable to the same human being every day."
For a while there, for about ten years, Tolleson had been one of Sully’s best friends, maybe his best friend, for a couple of years at least. They’d played rugby together and Tolleson had lived with him for a while after his fourth arrest for DUI, sleeping in the bathtub in Sully’s tiny apartment about the time when Sully was seeing Rae Ann. They’d taken his driver’s license away and Sully had had to drive him everywhere. He was just about broke, having lost his job because of the DUIs and spent all of what he’d saved up on a lawyer to keep his ass out of jail. He didn’t have anything to do so he rode around with Sully on his route. Sully had a job setting up cigarette displays in stores, and while he shouldn’t have been riding Tolleson around, he felt sorry for him. At the very first stop every morning Tolleson would buy a couple of six-packs, and by the end of the day he’d have a sizeable buzz-on, before Sully had even started drinking. -- Chapter 5, The Misforgotten.
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