October 2003. You usually don't find this many miscreants in the parking lot of Jugheads on a Sunday morning. You've got some rough trade in spiky leather jackets, a crying Indian, three-card-monte hacks, a pair of trailer-trash beauties, a tow-truck operator with Wolverine sideburns, a pool shark with a nasty temper who flashes some unwanted butt crack every time he lines up a shot, and a guy from Edinburgh, Scotland, named Pringle, who was... More >>>