I used to call it pool hall ethics. I was friendly with almost all of the fringe people, all of the people who were always ready to make an "easy" buck. Never mistook them for friends though. Most of them ended up doing at least a few years in the pen, one went down for natural life. He, his brother, and at least three more killed a political figure, the campaign manager for the governor. Then one of the five got to drinking hard and running his mouth so they killed him too.
The prosecutor couldn't pin down the triggerman and wouldn't cut a deal with anyone afraid that they would let the shooter off the hook. They planned for him to have a date with Gruesome Gertie, the chair. Without being able to pin down the trigger man all four went down for life for conspiracy. Later I heard from a member of his family who the trigger man was. The trials were over and nobody was interested anymore.
The ol' boy I knew fairly well was in his forties and was going to be making twelve to fifteen cents an hour at hard labor for twenty to forty years, maybe a few more. They weren't letting him out until sweeping the cell got his dust out, no early release from natural life! They had taken ten thousand apiece for that killing. I thought about how expensive that easy money was many a time. Two lives and decades of pen time for everyone involved. A surprising number of those fringe people ended up doing time for armed robbery. One that was an annoyance pulled seven years, so did one that was fun to be around. I guess seven years was the time typically given for first offense armed robbery. They had held up liquor stores and such but armed robbery could include collecting on an air barrel too so while I dimed a handful of people that were bad action I never tried to collect. I didn't want to find myself spending time in the graybar hotel especially not for money that was owed me.
I did bump into some of the fringe people that had went to living the straight life years later. Some were killed or died young from their vices, some disappeared never to be seen again. One spent two years building the Alaska pipeline to pay back money he embezzled from his company, five hundred or a thousand at a time playing the ponies. When he went bust at the track he would write checks to catch up. Chaasing bad bets rarely works at the track or pool hall! He was let off easy by the company just had to repay the money he lost but I couldn't help thinking he had plenty of time to think about his foolishness working in that cold!
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