Jimmy filled the cooler with ice and beer. He didn’t know why he bothered. His brothers always hoarded their beer and headed down the street where the O’Learys would have a keg set up. Same with the food. Liam would be on grill duty and Jimmy’s burgers could never compare, especially since his were packaged and frozen.
He shoved the frozen patties back in the freezer, grabbed a couple of bags of chips, and checked his wallet. He’d give Liam some money to cover what his family would eat. If necessary, he’d run to the store for more supplies. One of these years, he’d plan better. Maybe by the time he had his own kids running the street.
He sighed and dragged the cooler out the front door with the chips balanced on top. Once the cooler was in place, he glanced down the street. Sure enough,
