I met King James last Friday night. He decided to stop and talk to me while I was waiting for the bus and reading a book quite intently, in fact. He was a little upset about being kicked out and just needed a listening ear. He also wanted me to put in a good word for him when I met God even though I think he was a little disappointed that the book I was reading wasn't the Good Word. And then, before he walked on for the evening, he informed me that, in fact, he was an outlaw.
See? You learn new things all the time while taking public transportation - I didn't know King James was an outlaw - did you?