Whether or not Jackson ever made it out, his first real attempt with Charlie had become the stuff of legends in the Home. Of course, the first few attempts don’t count. They were like a teenager deciding to become a rockstar and then realizing it would actually have to take some work.
After a year of sitting around in a miserable state and snapping at anyone that talked to him the moronically simple thought occurred to him (with a little help from the Steve McQueen) that if he hated his life in the home so badly then he had the responsibilty to escape -this, of course was the inspiration from the motorcycle-riding escape artist mentioned above with an assist from Richard Burton.
At first he thought it would be a simple matter of observation and timing. He soon realized it would be easier to break out of Hell although Hell probably had better bingo.
The first breakout he ever made seemed easy enough; no one paid him any mind. Why should they have? To them he was just a tired old prune going about his business so it wasn’t too hard for him to leave his breakfast with the perpetually burnt and scalding cup of coffee to sneak out the first time until he met Luke, one of the guards, in the parking lot who then interrogated him on his purpose.
“Are you going somewhere?”
“Do you think you’re in movie or somethin? No I’m not going anywhere I’m sitting here talking to your ugly mug.” Luke was not used to Jackson’s abrasive retorts but eventually he brought him back inside after a great amount of name calling on Jackson’s part and when the fledgling escape artist was finally made to sit down was the first conversation he ever had with Charlie.
“Where did you go?” Said a distracted Charlie slouched over in his chair.
“Out for a walk.” Jackson replied much annoyed.
“I didn’t know they let us have walks! Im gonna go have one.” Jackson didn’t correct him because he could tell as long as Charlie was around he wasn’t going to have any peace or quiet so he let him go and try to take a walk. When “Luke-cifer” as Charlie called him brought the vagrant back inside Jackson was about ready for a second attempt.
He made sure Luke had left the room and walked in the opposite direction in search of an exit. Unbeknownst to Jackson, he was being followed by a formerly bored Charlie and the two of them were met by “Luke-cifer*” doing his rounds.
“Don’t tell me you’re both out for a walk again.”
“Well that doesn’t give us a whole lot of options then does it?” Charlie said to Jackson when then released a slew of curses assuming that it was Charlie’s presence who foiled his attempt.
As soon as they were thrown back into thier prison Jackson was attempting a different escape, this time from Charlie who was following him around like a puppy about to be fed. Jackson, who was still angry at him for ruining his last attempt just wanted to sit somewhere and sulk until another opportunity arose but Charlie kept following him saying “c’mon man, we were just getting Luke-cifer all riled up! It’ll be fun!” but Jackson would have none of it until Charlie did something to demand his attention…
To Be Continued
*A play on the name Lucifer who, according to tradition, is the pricipality associated with the deadly sin of Hubris (or pride).