...And so it came to pass that the sun did rise; raising along with it the temperature of the air. There was humidity, hanging like a ghost, which had just exurted itself, and was sweaty.
The Wilson Thing
My mind was immediately put to the task of dealing with business matters. There was the "Wilson" thing.
The Wilson thing is a thing whereby I send money into the jail to be deposited into the account of a friend of mine. This friend will make a deal with Mr. Wilson, whereby that worthy will reimburse me, upon his being released from jail, with an amount somewhere around 200 percent of the value of the money sent into the jail.
I could not send the money dirctly to Mr. Wilson, as it would be severely taxed by tlhe institution as payment for services rendered to Mr. Wilson by the medical staff of the jail. Mr. W. had a lot of ointments, creams, pills and snake oils in his drawer, all at an expense which set the poor man into arrears with the first cent charged to him.
Mr. Wilson recieves money from the Social Security Administration, to the sum of 958 good American dollars each month. He is going to get about 27,000 dollars upon being released this coming June from his 30+ month long confinement.
It would be easy for the man to pay me for providing him with the means to buy coffee and Moon Pies, when otherwise there would be no way for him to buy coffee and Moon Pies. He could reward me hansomely in my eyes, while hardly denting his stash, in his.
And so, this is the first business plan.
The other involves the sum of food stamp money which had accrued in my own account as I sat for 32 days, reading the scriptures and watching Everyone Loves Raymond on the television.
I have an "extra" 200 bucks to throw around, and, though the market is rough, with people offering only 130 dollars for 200 dollars worth of food, I have made arrangements to liquidate some food, in exchange for the cash to get the duffel bag, which I have been wanting to get, and to try to purchase a bicycle, which I may even ride to Gulf Shores for the music festival, this coming 20th of May.
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