Fuck if he hadn't mowed lawns for a month to get the damn thing from Swensen's, the store with the lowest prices and no lay-away. The game had already started and his plan to listen to it on top of Horse Rock had now completely gone to shit. He considered tossing off next to a tree in the darkness while thinking about Mary Jane Burnette in her pink angora sweater but he decided that was too creepy. He could find a pay phone and call the bus company but he figured by now some rat fink had already swiped his prize and was now listening to the Senator's game. This is why Jim could never have nice things.