The Second Doublewide on the Right, part 10

I’m Fixin’ To present part 10 of, The Second Doublewide on the Right:

There wasn’t much more in Jimmy Ray’s fridge than there had been in Quantavious.’ Besides some bacon and eggs, there was a jar of mayonnaise, and back behind it was a thin pack of baloney. It was one of those ninety-nine cent packs that he liked to buy at the Piggly Wiggly Store.

Right now he wished he had of relieved his neighbor of that lunch plate from Granny’s Kitchen. He really liked Candy Sue’s cooking. The only thing was you had to pay cash there, and he didn’t like to pay cash for anything unless he absolutely had to. He like to trade for stuff with other stuff he had stolen.

He had thought about staking out a restaurant and stealing some kind of equipment he could trade with her for meals, but he suspected she had a thing going with Ocmulgee County Deputy Sheriff Murphy, who had moved in up near the front of the trailer park, so he knew that would never do.

Jimmy Ray took four slices of week-old white bread and spread a thick layer of mayonnaise on them before he topped them off with thin slices of baloney, which was starting to curl up around the edges. After the completion of the two sandwiches he placed them on a paper plate, flopped back down on his sofa, and returned his attention to the wrestling matches and the Old Milwaukee.

By midnight he had polished off about dozen of them, as evidenced by the empty cans scattered about on the floor. That’s when he switched from beer to weed. He didn’t roll joints. They were too much trouble.

What he did was crumble up a bud and put it in a regular old tobacco pipe and lit it up with a throw-away lighter. After three good puffs he forgot about the wrestling matches and turned on the iPod, the one he had stole when he had stolen the TV, along with its docking station.

The previous owner had already loaded Pandora’s Box into the iPod and had a Leonard Skinner station set up on it. That’s what he tuned into and turned up the speakers on the docking station and began to feel the music flow through him.

Jimmy Ray passed out on the sofa not long after that and it was three in the morning when his bladder woke him up. After stumbling into the bathroom, he entered his bedroom and fell across his bed, still with his clothes on.

The first tentacles of the morning light were beginning to filter through his thin bedroom curtains when he was once again awakened by an urgent urge to visit the bathroom.

After refreshing himself he wanted to go back to bed, but he felt real dry. His mouth felt like a dessert and tasted like a heard of camels had bedded down in it.

All the ice in his cooler had melted down and the beer was only slightly cool when he pulled one out. He decided to have it for breakfast anyway. It tasted bad at first, but by the time he finished it, it seemed like it wasn’t too bad, so he decided to have one more just to clear his head.

It was Friday morning and Jimmy Ray knew he had until tomorrow night to get his self straight. Saturday night was when his next big caper was set for. He had been casing the target for about two weeks, and if everything went as planned, he would be set for a long time, and might even take a trip down to the Gulf after he had turned the goods into some cash.

He knew his timing was good because no one would discover the break-in until Monday morning, and by then he and the loot would be long gone.

Because of the construction of the old building, the method of entry he had figured out wouldn’t trip any alarms, and he could take his time and make sure he gathered up all the goodies.

Another great thing about his plan was that he only needed two tools, both of them real simple and easily disposed of.

After the second beer things seemed to come into focus and he fired up his first cigarette, inhaled deeply and felt that sharp edge of the smoke as it hit his throat.

When he finished it he decided to fry up some eggs and bacon, and was washing his hands at the kitchen sink when he noticed the outline of a vehicle moving past his trailer, incoming and not outgoing, and it wasn’t purple.

Jimmy Ray quickly pulled the curtain back from the window and saw Ocmulgee County Deputy Sheriff James Earl Murphy’s squad car fixing to grind to a halt right at Quantavious’ front door!