Timothy Harwood was sweating in the town jail, he was craving the crack cocaine he liked to smoke.
He did it to be tough, to fit in with the crew he was trying to join.
Unfortunately, the substances also made him lose control of his bladder sometimes and he was wet from having just wet himself.
Timothy was a small young man, he had feminine features and couldn’t grow a beard.
He acted out to make up for it and started using drugs to make himself feel important and to give him courage.
He had been high when he’d put his Mother’s car into old man Roddy’s field.
The car was a right off, with too much damage to the undercarriage.
She had just paid it off and he knew she would be angry.
