I went to town that day, I bought food at the Jewel to last me a couple of weeks, mostly canned stuff like stew, and corned beef hash. I went to the laundry mat and washed what clothes I had, the rank was awful, the patrons at the mat weren't to happy to be near me, I hadn't bathed in two weeks, they thought I should have been dumped in the washer before my clothes.

I had enough to stay at the motel for three nights, leaving me with twenty bucks to spare. Wednesday I went to Mary's Antiques and sold her the clock for twenty five dollars. As I walked out with my riches folded up in the pocket of my nice new overalls and wool shirt, those damned pigs drove up.

"Hey Rummy!" Come here!" I stopped and looked over my shoulder; the voice sprang into action "You talking to me boy!" Kill these fools! You know their going to mess with you. The police officer grabbed my arm and tripped me onto my face. "Where did you steal all these clothes rummy?" The cops patted me down and pulled out my money. "So you been holding out on us ain't you boy?" The cop stuffed the money in his breast pocket. Then the other cop kicked me in my head. I blacked out and the next thing I knew I'm laying in the back of a patty wagon, my head throbbing with a cut over my left eye.

I woke up in a drunk tank, my clothes were ripped and covered in my own blood. It was Thursday night at about six o'clock in the evening when they released me. No charges, no clothes, no money.

It took me four hours to walk back to the Northside back to the motel where I left my stuff the day before. The Motel manager threw out all my food and my clothes that I found three days before. He said check out was a twelve o'clock noon and you weren't there to check out.

I went to the dumpster to see if I could retrieve my belongings only to find that the garbage truck picked up three hour ago. Three hours too late for me.

I found the brick on the beach, dug up my stuff, found my cardboard cottage rapped and old newspaper around me and began to cry. The voice in my head rambling on an on, Your nothing but junk, you should of stood up to those pigs, you should killem, killem good, kill all those cops! I felt alone and afraid, waiting for the next day in paradise to arrive while I slept in my cardboard Hilton.