He held a matchstick to the moon and declared his love for the juice Johnny served out the back of his truck that had become a bar since the Mayor had decided that, 'Drink ain't got no more place in this here settlement, now that we is pure.' Johnny's truck bar soon became the haunt for all sorts of folk, particularly prostitutes, who fucked men under the engine and round the tail-pipe, a tablet of booze tucked behind their gold teeth.