"Pretty much my philosophy when I'm out and about." When he was in private, too. He wasn't terribly good at hiding his feelings or anything of the sort, so why bother even pretending and just admit things? Usually in a big, blabber mouth way, with him. "I got ten years, because it wasn't just GTA, sadly. I also drove a stolen car through a shopping mall after getting completely pissed one night. Apparently, the judge didn't like my reenacting of Blues Brothers." He shrugged. "Got seven more if this place doesn't work out." And damn he hoped it did. "What about you? How long you in for?"