"I picked up the phone an' he says to me, 'Danny, you ready to come back yet?' Shoot, I hadn't talked to him for—well—when was it? Prob'ly seven, eight years.

"I wasn't so sure I wanted to start towin' agin, but—well—it's good money, you know. So I come back.

"Yeah, I quit when that one guy flipped his car out there on 36, Bam! right on top'a him just as he was half throwed out the winda'. I seen inside the car; it was bad. His top half was stickin' out an' facin' the sky—an' he was talkin' an' stuff—but his bottom half—well—his toes an' knees, they was pointin' down.

"All them cops an' paramedics was just standin' around!—so I jumped inta my truck to pull over there, an' hell! If there wasn’t this cop I know, Jerry, standin' right in front of my truck! An' he yells up at me, 'Danny, what'er ya doin'?' An' I says, 'I'm gonna lift that car offa him,' an' Jerry says, 'No you ain't! Get outta that truck!'

"So I come tearin' down outta that truck an' I says—right up in his face—'What the hell you talkin' about?' an' he jes' says to me, 'Been workin' these a long time, Danny, an' if you lift that car offa him the blood's gonna go rushin' to his ab-do-men. An' you can see for yourself he ain't got one no more. We’re just buyin' him time so's his wife can get here an' say her goodbyes.'

"An' sure enough, here come a cop car bringing the wife an' a little kid; an' I says to Jerry, I says, 'Fuck this shit! You can jes' call yourself another wrecker!'

"Yep. That's been seven, eight years now."