he lifted his dads head and he opened his eyes and gasped , six men , shot me . did he tell you what i said ? i cant share a room with a man i dont know . he pushed his way through the narrow lanes , looking around desperately for- what ? hell 's fire , there 's not much to choose from , is there ? '' it was a real new orleans graveyard . his grip is gentle , but firm and his smile is genuine and kind . for the most part , we had everything we needed . 