I miss my toes.
   I do.
   Most folks don’t waste time thinking about their little piggies the way I do, pondering and fretting and such.
   But the fact is most people ain’t gotta go through life with half their foot-fingers chopped off neither.
   Jimmy says I complain too much about it; says how a few toes is a small price to pay considering what we pulled off.
   “That midget woulda been right pleased to come out half as clean as you," he says. "Yessiree, Bob.”