Note: Here's The Man's confessions. Warning you now, he has quite a foul mouth (is anyone surprised?). Anyways, I'll keep this going with the minor characters as long as I keep getting reviews! And ElenoraCooper, I'm trying to brainstorm how I could go around again so we'll see…

You want my confessions? Well here you go, sweetie pie. Just remember, you fuckin' asked for it.

Confession: I got a name. I know what you're thinking—no shit, everyone's got one. But see I gotta keep mine quiet to keep the cops off my fuckin' case. Hard to catch somebody who's name is just The Man. My real name is Jeremiah Ericsson. Tell anyone and you die.

Confession: I was April's big brother. She got into the drug scene first but when she told me about the bank dealers make, I figured no fuckin' way was I stayin' out of this one.

Confession: I don't have AIDS. Those fuckers all assume I do but I'm not a complete jackass. I don't share needles, I don't fuck clients—at least not without condoms. I know most of 'em got the virus so there's no fuckin' way I'm goin' down because they're irresponsible.

Confession: Davis thinks I don't remember him. Course I do. Fuckin' punk got half his smack free while he was fuckin' April. I prefer not to bring up that I remember him. Besides, I meant what I said about him dealin' to Mimi. Steal my clients and die.

Confession: I got no fuckin' clue why Mimi got into this shit. I went and saw her dance a few times before she started usin' and the bitch was good. Not just a good dancer, she's pretty smart too. Ain't even like all the strippers there do it. That chick before Mimi, Maureen, she didn't fuck around with this shit.

Confession: I visit my sister's grave once a week. I may be an asshole, but I ain't some heartless bastard.