I worked in Tombstone at Diamond Jim's Olde Tyme Photo Studio dressing people up like saloon girls and cowboys and taking their pictures with a hundred-and-eighty-year-old camera that went POOF and running to the back to dip the sheets of paper from between the glass into a chemical in a little red-lit room and selling the pictures to smiling parents and lovers and bikers and tourists, but someone was stealing from the till and I thought I knew who it was and that thought leaked out of my mouth, but no one was stealing from the till, and I got in trouble for gossiping and almost lost my job, but the guy I thought was stealing started stealing later and went to jail for it.