We’re 8-7 the last three weeks. Not bad, but not good enough to get pops out from behind bars.
I started to get worried when I didn’t hear from grandpa on Thursday. He always called the house to go over the games for the week that night.
I thought maybe grandpa pissed off the wrong guy at county. You see, pops has a history of tussling with guys three times his size, and most of the time it didn’t end well. It’s okay, though. Pops always finds a way to get his revenge. Like the time he cleaned out Giovanni’s jewelry shelf one night when he wasn’t home.
But I didn’t have to worry about pops for long. I woke up at 4:30 in the morning on Friday to someone knocking at my back door. I grabbed my Louisville Slugger and headed down the hallway. Sure enough, there he was—still in his bright orange jail jumpsuit.
Me: “Grandpa! What the hell are you doing here?”
Grandpa: “Put that bat away, kid. What are you thinkin'? I’d have you on the ground so fast you wouldn’t even get a swing off.”
Me: “I know that pops, but I wasn’t exactly expecting to see you back here. Get inside the house!”
Grandpa: “Did you really think I was gonna sit in there for much longer? They woulda sent me away for a while if the judge heard my case.”Me: “For sure. How did you get out?”
Grandpa: “I was in a heavy poker game with the guards and it got messy. I cleaned ‘em out for three grand in about two hours. They wanted their money back. We made a deal. They made sure the camera in my cell was turned off th...
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