BTW, just for the record,

the only reason I knew an ex-con was because I was working with him.
It was kind of funny, actually. The place I worked had a strict rule about not hiring anyone who'd been convicted of a felony, but he lied and by the time they found out they'd promoted him to manager. Well, gosh, sure there was a rule, but they were GOOD judges of character, weren't they? And after all, he'd paid his debt to society, hadn't he? So they decided to make an exception, just this once.
Then one day he left to take a deposit to the bank and the next anyone heard of him was when the police caught him up in Detroit about three months later.

Talon has almost finished anhilating me.

I'm learning a lot from him, though.