Country Club Time

By James Allen

Do you think robbing a bank sounds like the best idea in the world? Have you ever kidnapped a child? Have you ever used drugs? Drugs like speed, downers, cocaine, heroin, LSD, STP, methamphetamine, belladonna, mescaline, or psilocybin? Have you ever taken these drugs hundreds of times? Have you ever stuck needles in your arms so many times that you were bruised all over because you missed the vein? Have you ever hallucinated for a few days and then find out that none of it really happened? Well, all that is included in this writing. Have you ever completely lost your sense of reality? Have you ever been to jail or in prison? It's all inside these covers. Events and happenings you have never heard of before are in this story. You can picture this whole writing in your mind as you read it. It's almost like reading a movie script.

If you are concerned about your child or someone you know that seems to be influenced by new friends or possibly experimenting with drugs, this story has a very high potential to change that person's mind about their future life. The pain, suffering, and agony involved here are not something many people would want to get involved with. One can find out a lot about themselves from this story. It can be the window for one of the biggest decisions of a person's life. It can help to influence that decision so that it will be the right choice.

With God in your heart, through it all, the journey of the life we live will be a good one. Yes, indeed, he can take your deepest pains, sorrows, and sufferings and make them your greatest gifts and blessings. He can lead you all the way while all along, you won't know it is happening, much less where you're going. Where you will go and where you will end up is really mostly your choice. No one but you will make that choice. There is only one thing in life that you have total control over and that is yourself. Let me repeat that: there is only one thing in life that you have total control over, and that one thing is yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685700089

James Allen

James Allen was born in Leicester, England, in 1864. He took his first job at age 15 to support his family, after his father was murdered while looking for work in America. Allen was employed as a factory knitter and a private secretary until the early 1900s, when he became increasingly known for his motivational writing. His 1903 work As a Man Thinketh earned him worldwide fame as a prophet of inspirational thinking and influenced a who's-who of self-help writers, including Napoleon Hill.

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Country Club Time

Good Guy, Bad Guy, Good Guy Again

James Allen

ISBN 978-1-68570-007-2 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68570-008-9 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by James A. Whitfield, Sr.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

Christian Faith Publishing

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This book was written as best as the circumstances can be remembered and to the best recollection of all parties involved. Everything is as true and accurate as possible but considering all of the drugs that were used events may not be stated exactly as they happened.

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Preface

What a Plan

Just Busted

The FBI

Jail After Jail

Painful Surgery

Many Flashbacks

Best Possible Sentence

Miracles Do Happen

Surprising Transfer

Extended Continuance

Real Revival

Finally Liberated

About the Author

This writing is dedicated especially to the younger generation in this world. May they take heed of this story so their lives can be easier lived than many of the characters herein.

10 Benefits Of God's Favor Are Included In This Work Just For You

Read how they fit perfectly in this story

One: Supernatural increase and promotion (Genesis 39:21).

Two: Restoration of all the enemy has stolen (exodus 3:21).

Three: Honor in the midst of adversaries (Exodus 11:3).

Four: Increased assets, especially real estate (Deuteronomy 33:23).

Five: Greater victories in the midst of greater odds or impossibilities (Joshua 11:20).

Six: Recognition even when I seem least likely to receive it (1 Samuel 16:22).

Seven: prominence and preferential treatment (Esther 2:17).

Eight: Petitions granted even by ungodly authorities (Esther 5:8).

Nine: Policies, rules, regulations, laws changed to my advantage (Esther 8:5).

Ten: Battles won that I won't have to fight because God fights them for me (Psalm 44:3).

Preface

This book is as true testimony as possible of the misadventures of one main character, Jimmy, along with a few others. It is easy for Jimmy to look back now on the whole situation since his mind is clear of the influence of drugs. He has a completely different outlook on life. Getting older also helps one realize the truths about life. He was probably headed for death row, or a coffin, if he hadn't been caught. Possibly, he is redeeming himself somewhat by letting his story be told. Out of the hundreds of LSD trips and thousands of pills and fixes, he should be a statistic. A higher power is still on his side for now though; therefore, he is able to share this tale with you. He has said that if he can touch anyone with his story, then he may partially accomplish a part of his purpose for this life. Believe in the Lord. He is real, He is all-powerful, and He is everything. He may not answer every prayer right away and sometimes not at all, though that is even an answer, but He will hear you, and He will know that you are sincere. If you are currently living your life, trying to break into prison, you might just succeed in getting there sooner or later.

It is your free choice in this life we live, so please protect your window of vulnerability. Nobody will do it for you. All praise and glory are given to God, always and forever!

Chapter 1

What a Plan

Steve was Jimmy's partner, and they were about as stoned as they could get. They were parked just around the corner from the location that had been chosen for this particular job. It was nearly dark. The red glow of the sun was just above the horizon over the blue Pacific waters. Time was running out on them. Raging mad about the situation, Jimmy was slapping the side of his head with both hands.

Man, what are we going to do?

Come on, Jimmy, let's just go and do it, Steve answered.

We didn't even bring a gun, man, and we don't even have a knife to use, Jimmy hollered.

Who needs one? We can just psych them out. We will be in and out so fast they won't know what hit 'em, exclaimed Steve.

Come on, man, you know that won't work. We've got to have some bargaining power. Steve, do you think those people are just going to lie down in front of you because you shake your long dirty, greasy hair and growl at them?

No, I guess not. But we better do something fast because the place will be closing in a few minutes.

They were parked just around the corner from their destination with the car's motor still running. It seemed like they had been there for hours. Sweat was pouring from their faces, and their stomachs were beginning to cramp because the heroin withdrawal symptoms had begun. Both of their tempers were on edge, and they were starting to get the shakes. It was like they were in a no-win situation, with heroin habits to support and no money to buy any more dope with. They had no weapons to use to get any cash from the place they wanted to hit. They had just smoked their last marijuana cigarette.

Jimmy was sitting in the driver's seat with his arm resting on the door. Thoughts were confusingly exploding in his mind. Then from over his left shoulder, he heard a voice in the distance coming from across the street.

I'm gonna ride my new bike just one more time, Mommy.

Looking over his shoulder, Jimmy saw a small boy clumsily attempting to get on his bike. He couldn't have been more than five or six years old.

Okay, Johnny, but be careful, and go around the block just one time because supper is almost ready, the mother's voice echoed from inside the house.

Off the boy went on his new mount, passing right beside and then in front of their car. Jimmy's foot pressed on the gas pedal hard, making the glass-packed mufflers rumble. As the boy looked over his shoulder, it was obvious it had scared him. It was also obvious he wasn't very adept at riding yet. As little Johnny rounded the corner ahead, Jimmy's eyes beaded like the devil, and he gritted his teeth. Quickly, Jimmy put the 1967 Ford Mustang GT Fastback in first gear, popped the clutch, and took off.

Our problem is solved, Steve. There goes our weapon.

Jimmy, you can't be serious?

Very serious, Steve. Just watch and do what I tell you.

As they made the right-hand turn at the corner, they could see the boy pulling into the parking lot of a store that was already closed. He stopped in the middle of the lot, seemingly admiring his new wheels. He looked around as if he was anxiously hoping that some of his playmates would show up. That was probably one of their favorite gathering spots. But Jimmy and Steve were to be his only buddies on this particular evening.

Perfect, Steve. We couldn't have planned it any better. There isn't anyone else in sight.

As they came to a screeching halt beside little Johnny, Jimmy told Steve to jump out and grab the boy. Steve did, quite forcefully, and loaded him into the car. Johnny was yelling, Let me go. Let me go. Then he started crying for his mommy.

They were off and away within seconds, leaving Johnny's bicycle lying in the middle of the lot on its side. The front wheel was still spinning around and around.

Speeding away, Jimmy knew they had all the ammunition they needed, and he knew exactly what was going to happen next, for he had the plan. Jimmy parked down the street and around the other corner from their destination. They hurriedly left the car and headed for the Bank of America in Solana Beach, California. It was on the outskirts of town on Coastal Highway 1, just due north of San Diego.

Steve had his hand inside one of the pillowcases they had brought from the motel they had checked into earlier using one of Jimmy's credit cards. Jimmy was holding the boy by the hand, paternally, with a pillowcase under his other arm. He just knew they would be leaving the bank with both pillowcases stuffed, full of cash. The back door of the bank was closest, so they headed for it. As they came closer and closer to the glass doors, Jimmy's heart felt like it was going to jump right out of his chest. Needless to say, he was starting to get scared, but not scared enough to sway his thinking and his plan. His mind was already made up, and nothing was going to change it. They were going to rob this bank no matter what. With little Johnny in hand, Jimmy reached to open the glass door. To his dismay and confusion, the door was locked. Inside the bank, he could see people still working and walking around. With the little boy still in hand, they backed up, turned around, and started walking around the corner toward the front of the bank, hoping the front door would be open.

Man, they can't be closed yet, Steve, can they?

It sure looks like it is, Jimmy. What's the next step to this great plan of yours? You're supposed to have everything figured out, man. Now what are we going to do?

As their pace increased, little Johnny started to cry and to try to wiggle free. Jimmy shook him and squeezed his hand harder.

Stop it, kid, or I'm going to hurt you really bad.

Easy on the kid, Jimmy, Steve warned.

Shut up, Steve, or I'll punch you out too. Now let's hurry up. Let's go faster, faster. We've got to get to that front door before they lock it.

To their dismay, the front door was already locked. Jimmy jerked the boy by the arm and started running back toward the rear of the building. Actually, the boy was practically being dragged most of the way, but Steve was helping little Johnny. Out of breath, they stopped close to the rear door where they had first tried to enter and waited and waited and waited. It seemed like an eternity was passing by. Nothing was making any sense. This wasn't right.

Standing there, Jimmy started beating his fist against the brick wall. Thoughts were rushing through his mind. Moments earlier, they had tried to get in but couldn't. Jimmy looked at his watch. It was just a couple of minutes past six. It was Friday evening, and the bank would not be open again until Monday morning. Jimmy felt like screaming out at the top of his lungs.

How unlucky can we be, Steve? We don't deserve this!

Laughing, he answered, Yeah, wanting to rob a bank and getting here when it's already closed. They could put us in the comic strips for this one.

Man, it ain't funny. We passed dozens of banks on the way to California, checking each one out to see if we thought we could get away with it. None of them seemed easy enough until this one. Steve, how are we going to make it through the weekend with these habits to support? Guess we'll have to hit some grocery store or something. Were out of cash, and kidnapping this kid is worthless now. We can't keep him all weekend.

Yeah, Jimmy, this is just too unreal, man. We deserve better than this. We're really righteous guys, you know what I mean.

Yeah, Steve, I know, man. I guess we better take this kid back to his bike and go find someplace that's open and at least get some bucks to get us through the weekend. Okay, man, let's go.

Then as if from out of nowhere, they heard the sound of keys jingling. Someone was unlocking the door from inside the bank. Jimmy looked at Steve, winked his eye, and turned toward the door.

Okay, this is it. This is what we're here for. Let's do this. Let's end this day in a good, good way.

Okay, Jimmy, I'm right behind you.

As they rounded the corner, two women were standing at the door. One of them was holding the door open for the other one. There were no guards in sight. It looked really good; the coast was clear. Evidently, a supervisor was letting one of her coworkers out to go home for the day. In a soft voice, she spoke, I'm sorry, we are closed. You will have to come back on Monday. We closed at six today.

Yeah right, no way, lady! This is a stickup! Move out of the way, and nobody will get hurt, Jimmy said as he pushed her to the side with his free hand.

As she went back, you could see fear overcoming her. The other lady was frozen like a mannequin with her mouth gaping open. The supervisor had left the keys in the lock on the door. Once inside, Jimmy locked the door and kept the ring of keys. Then he turned around and yelled, This is a stickup. Don't anyone move or punch any buttons! We have this boy's sister at our apartment, and if we aren't back there soon, she won't make it! So just be nice and give my friend here all the money! Just do what I say, and everything will be okay!

As Steve gathered the loot, Jimmy ran into the vault. He had never been in a vault before and seemed as lost as a mouse in a maze. All he saw were stainless steel drawers and doors with little keyholes. He looked at the keys in his hand. It was a big key ring with about thirty keys on it. He realized he didn't have the time to play locksmith and fumble around, trying to guess what key went where. Brokenhearted, he left the vault, giving up the notion of getting all the cash from the vault. He ran back out into the lobby.

Steve was standing by the door they had entered. He was waving for Jimmy to come on, but Jimmy was determined to get some cash in his pillowcase too. After all, how can you rob a bank and not get any of the bounty? He ran over to one of the tellers and demanded she give him all the cash in her drawer.

I already gave it to your slimy friend over there, she answered as she pointed toward Steve.

Jimmy wanted to slap her across the face for talking about Steve that way, but he couldn't reach her across the counter. Then he figured out that they better get the heck out of there. But first, to complete the plan, they needed another vehicle. Jimmy had figured that if they left in a different vehicle, it would confuse any cops that might be on the way, and the police would be looking for the wrong car. The lady that was going home when they first came in hadn't moved an inch and was still stiff as a board by the back door. Jimmy saw she was holding her keys in her hand. He ran over to her and grabbed the keys she was holding and demanded the description of her car and where it was parked. She cooperated without any hesitation, pointing outside while describing a blue El Camino.

Jimmy unlocked the door to the bank, and they left. Once outside, he locked the door and threw the keys as hard as he could out into the high grass of the vacant lot next door. He spotted the blue Chevy El Camino the lady had described, and they headed for their getaway car. They jumped in, started the engine, and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving a streak of rubber behind them.

Their departure was fast and clean. It was over. They had pulled it off. First, they drove around the block and a few blocks down the street to where they had picked up little Johnny. His bicycle was still there. As soon as they let him go, he ran to his bike, stood it up, and hopped on. He was off like a flash. It now looked like he had been riding a bike for years because he didn't stumble, hesitate, or miss a single stroke on the pedals. The kid practically beat them out of the parking lot.

They had to drive back toward the bank to get to Jimmy's Mustang. It was parked off on a side street from the bank. As they passed a block away within view of the Bank of America, they saw that the police had already arrived. Just one minute longer in there, and they would have been caught red-handed. The police were talking to the lady inside through the door. One officer was looking toward the field where Jimmy had thrown the keys.

They parked the El Camino behind the Mustang and made the swap with no problems. Jimmy left the keys to the El Camino in the ignition and used his handkerchief to wipe any fingerprints away. Their escape route was simple, straight down this same road about eight blocks to the freeway, and then about four miles to the Holiday Inn. There wasn't a police car in sight. Once on the freeway, Jimmy and Steve both breathed a big sigh of relief.

I knew we could do it, Steve. I just knew we could do it.

Yeah, Jimmy, we sure surprised them. We were in and out so fast their heads are probably still spinning. We pulled that off just like two professionals.

Man, Steve, now we can relax. We've got it made in the shade.

Yeah, man, let's go to the room and count all the dough. Then let's go buy some dope. Come on, Jimmy, hurry up.

Take it easy, Steve. We're in the clear now. There are no sirens to be heard. There're no flashing lights behind us or in front of us. I'm just going to blend in with the flow of traffic. You just relax. The last thing we need now is to get stopped by the cops for speeding.

Yeah, you're right, Jimmy. You're cool, man, you are really cool. You know exactly what to do in every situation. You and me, man, we are going to go places in style.

Within minutes, they were safely in their room at the Holiday Inn. Jubilantly, they hugged each other. They hollered and yelled. Money was being thrown in every direction, just like you see in the movies.

Wait just a minute, Steve! You know what, this don't look like much money. All I see are ones, fives, tens, and twenties. Where are all the hundred-dollar bills? Didn't you get any hundreds?

Oh, Jimmy, this is a lot of money. We're rich, we're rich.

Come on, Steve, get serious now. Let's count it and see what we got. Quit playing around. We need to take care of business and go get us a fix.

When he saw the bundles of twenties with two thousand stamped on the band around them, Jimmy's eyes lit up. Even though he desperately needed another fix, he felt somewhat better just knowing they now had some cash to keep them going. As it turned out, they netted a lot more than it had seemed at first. After the final count, the cash added up right at $12,500.

The next step was to relieve their pain. It had been many hours since their last fix. Jimmy called this connection he knew, Earl, in La Jolla, a suburb of San Diego, to see if they could buy some heroin. Earl told him there was plenty available. Jimmy ordered an ounce of the stuff. Within an hour, Earl brought it to them there in the room. They couldn't wait to stick that needle in their arms so they could feel good again. Soon, all the pain and withdrawal symptoms disappeared. Steve and Earl both had their share after Jimmy did, all using the same needle. They were back to normal again, or so they thought. When Steve and Earl were through, Jimmy helped himself to another fix.

Sliding that needle into the vein in his arm was like a high in itself. The slow heavy rush of the heroin flowing in the veins was ever so great. Now they all felt completely relaxed and at ease. They could care less about what they had just done a couple of hours earlier.

Naturally, they didn't tell Earl about the bank, but they wanted to tell him so badly. They wanted bragging rights. They just small-talked about things back in Texas and their drive out to California. Earl brought them up-to-date on the drug culture in California, adamantly insisting that drugs would be legal soon because Ronald Reagan was governor and all movie stars did drugs. In their state of mind, Jimmy and Steve were in; they believed every word he said. It sounded like they couldn't lose no matter what they did. Steve raged on about how cool that would be and insisted that he would move out to California as soon as drugs were legal. Then Jimmy asked Earl if he could score a hundred pounds of marijuana for them to take back to Texas.

Sure, Jimmy, that's no problem. Here's a sample of what I can get. If you like it, I can set it up for tomorrow morning, Earl said as he passed Jimmy a baggie half full of pot.

Wow, man, this stuff looks pretty good. It smells good too. Cool, it's seedless, just about pure sinsemilla. It's just what I wanted, Jimmy said as he started rolling a joint.

Lighting the joint for Jimmy, Earl said, Call me in the morning before noon. I'll be ready to roll at twelve sharp. The hundred pounds will cost ten thousand. Let me see the cash, all right?

Hey, let me have some of that joint, man, Steve said as he reached for it. That's not a bad price for this quality of smoke.

Here's the cash, Earl, Jimmy said as he opened the lid to a suitcase. "I'll count out the exact amount tonight and have it ready for