The Plan

I was forty eight years old and had less than I’d had when I was twenty. I’d busted my tail all of my life trying to get ahead. Now, with my third wife, we struggled every month just to pay the essentials. Every time I asked the wife for cigarette money, it was— “Okay, but you’d save us a fortune if you’d just quit.” Hell, I knew that. And I knew the main reason she wanted me to quit wasn’t the money. The point is, I was tired of having to ask her for the money. I was tired of having to go out and dig my own damned worms when I wanted to go fishing. Hell, I was tired of not having the time to go fishing, because I was so damned busy trying to catch up the bills. Time to change all of that. No problem! I had “A PLAN.”