I counted out twenty-five hundred for my pocket, and buried the rest of mine in a spot where I was confident it would remain safe until I found my way back to this neighborhood. The one thing I knew for sure was that I needed to disappear.
I had given this matter much thought. Accepting that I was just a kid, and factoring that in, I knew I couldn’t go roaming around the wide world with massive amounts of money. I had paid my sister $7.35 (that girl drives a hard bargain) to sew a concealed pocket into the lining of my leather jacket. Two thousand dollars went in there, the other five hundred in my pockets. One hundred in each pocket, one hundred in my wallet.
My cousin Augie, the youngest of that clan—and a pretty decent guy—had a 350 Honda with saddle bags. I packed a few belongings in
