“He was too cool to be real, too real to be cool. He was just what he fucking was: Charles L. Liston, mightiest of men, sharpest of dressers. Had more pasts than most people had socks. Go on, pick a past, any past. They were all the same to him: sand slough and alleys, barrooms and prison cells, fancy ass big bad gangster men and bent-down cotton pickers. All the same.”
An extract from ‘The Devil and Sonny Liston’ by Nick Tosches
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