Delivering the GoodsI’m a runner. Means that I do odd jobs for certain sectors of society you’re better off not knowing about. Been a runner sixteen years now. Can’t really remember how I started, can’t say when I’ll quit. All I can say is that as long as the money keeps rolling in, I’m staying in the business.
Anyway, they call me Yosi. Blame my parents—God knows what they were thinking when they named me Eusebio. Funny thing is, I don’t smoke.
I’ve mentioned that I do odd things for odd people, which means I’ve done a lot of strange things, met a lot of weirdos. Me, I have priorities. Number one, money comes first. I’m not ashamed to say that I’ll do anything for money. This is why I don’t come cheap. Even f****d a priest-to-be once—his girl didn’t want him serving anyone but her, that
