It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,"Good morning!" he greeted the portly man behind the counter.,Jack thought, with such a loathsome disposition, it would be understandable for someone to want to buy his life.。