Lester had one of those 'other' religions that ran much closer to the black than the white. I remeber being in the shacks on a Friday, the Padre would show up with a case of beer and him and Shultzie would sit there and discuss theology all night. There were some pretty amazing discussions.
Ride hard, die young & leave a good looking corpse.
I always liked Lester, he was a pretty smart guy, and we got in to some pretty deep discussions. They normally degenerated, due to the copious amounts of scotch, or brandy, or cognac, or whatever, that we seemed to always imbibe during our discussions.
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