He got the money from the insurance assholes to get it fixed, but spent it on coke instead. The car still runs. He drives one eyed to the store and buys a half case of the cheapest beer he can find, some no name brand that is little more than alcohol and water, but it will get the job done. The cashier stands back from him, driven off by his breath. He knows he reeks like a brewery and if the cops ever stopped him it would be a one way ticket to jail, but he doesn t care.
Cops stop other drunks.
Home and hearth. Bets and Terry are still doing whatever they do behind that closed door, something he wants to do so desperately that it makes his loins ache every time he thinks about it. Everyone else he knows was fucking at 15 or even earlier, and here he is, a virgin still. He puts away the beers and grabs one for himself. It makes him angry when he thinks about it.