"Hah, yeah but! But like-...Lissen." He sits up a bit, though still leaning heavily on the table. He holds out a hand, as if trying to make sure he's got Jim's attention, even if his own eyes keep losing their focus.

"Gangs, right. S'gangs. There'sssgangs. Back home. All'o them gotta-...They pick up certain types, right. I ever tell y'all about 'em? Last Judgement's a buncha cocksuckers, first o'all. Don't get me started on 'em. Ffffuckin' Father O'Grady. Fuckin'...motorcycles."

Wait, but that wasn't the point he was trying to make. He just started thinking about how much he dislikes this particular gang when gangs came up. Okay, focus. Where was Jesse going with this. He has to stare up at the ceiling fan for a bit before he finds his train of thought again, whipping his eyes back to Jim. RIGHT.

"So. Hah, so lissen. There's a gang. A whole damn gang, big 'nuff that we gotta respect 'em as a gang. S'crazy. But they're a thing. St. Michaels they're called. Wanna know why? Where they got the name?"

He waits, almost as if he's expecting Jim to ask for the reason, biting his lower lip to tame a silly smile on his face. He giggles before he just blurts it out.

"S'a kids school! S'the name of a-...S'a school, Jimmy! St. Michael's School Fer Wayward Boys! Y'get it? Y'get it yet?!"