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the south. A man of quality. He was also one of the early movers in the NAACP." Wandering off the subject while tossing pebbles into the river, "Jazz Man still supports them, the NAACP, but comes unglued just about every month. He stomps in there screaming his head off. You should hear him! Ooooo weee." "Yeah! I've heard his tirades. He wants to see a finished product, but it's too big for him. Just too many needy for the limited resources he can muster. He's just one guy, with a big heart," Marcus ruminated, "Hey! Don't throw pebbles in the river! The river crew, here, is only going to have to dredge them out again!" Jake ignored the cynicism, "Too big? Man, you really are clueless. I was right, you don't know nothin," and sprung to his feet, tossing a handful of rocks into the water, and headed away. "Gotta get back. You need to get LAID - bad." Getting louder as he got farther away, "Jism's clogging your brain cells. Let some out, maybe get some sense! Anyway," now almost out of sight, Jake yelled back, "Nino sends his regards." "NINO?" Marcus jolted to his feet. "NINO?"