Chapter Eleven
Billy Boy
“So one night two officers pulled over this skinny little black gal for a broken tail light and found a couple of joints stashed in her glove box. This was back in the day when pot possession in our State was considered about as serious as cooking Meth. She kept jabbering away in some sort of patois and we finally decided that she had travelled up from the Caribbean somewhere, probably looking to get hired cleaning motel rooms until the tourist season ended. We all knew that coming from that part of the world, she was likely to be infected with a whole alphabet soup of diseases, from AIDS to Zika, and wouldn’t have much market value. The Judge and the Sheriff put their heads together and decided the best solution was to find some place South of the border that wo
