text:  papers in the neighborhood. He's a fine kid. Some of the neighbors say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it. Anyway, for his 10th birthday, all he wanted was a furrow out. He kept bugging his old man. Dad, get me a furrow out. I'll never ask for anything else as long as I live. So the guy breaks down and buys him a furrow out. Anyway, 1030, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's a worker kid looking up in the tree. I said, what are you looking for? He said, I'm looking for my furrow.