You ever wake up and forget where the hell you are? I did it all the time till I’d feel sand under the thin pillowcase and the smell of sweaty head stank from the ratty ass pillow that came with the place. One thing you get used to is the sand. It was in every c***k from the kitchen wall over the hot plate to your ass, even after a bath.
Never did think I would be that good at makin’ real money stretch. Had been over two years since we knocked over the bank and livin’ hadn’t been all that bad. I got it all laid out quick, like after I landed there on Redneck Island. Figured it was as good a place as any to lay low. That, and the fact that I ran outta southern road. The original plan was to head west, but it just seemed like there’d be more chances for some podunk sheriff to pull me over i
