Sonny II
(Sequel to “My Summer Vacation”)
After that first robbery, I was hooked. I liked money. I liked the possibilities it opened up in life. I loved the feeling of accomplishment and was thrilled by the knowledge that there is Nothing To It But To Do It. That first little sting whetted my appetite. I set my sights higher.
From earliest memory, I had been stymied by the harsh reality that I was just a kid. That was the brick wall my grand aspirations always ran into. I cannot remember a time I wasn’t frustrated that I wasn’t older and freer to carry out my big ideas. Years are centuries when you are a kid. Had I been a man of the world and knew people outside of that one-horse town I was stuck in—or at least had a drivers’ license— my second robbery surely would have had a happier en
