"Back in the day," Reno echoed, and that came with a short laugh and a shake of his head and a long swig that drained most of the rest of the bottle.

For him, 'back in the day' was 'today, back home,' or else, 'when I was a kid, when there was home.' That there was ever a day that wasn't 'the day' very rarely occurred to him, anymore.

"There's just too much shit like this flyin' around," he decided. "Maybe people wanna get scammed, just so they got somebody but themselves to blame for how shitty they really got it."