The sun's rays began to emerge from the darkness and the sound of nature was present in Springfield.
The sound of traffic on the road makes Snake wake up from his sleep accompanied by a yawn. Suddenly there is the inevitable, a pain in his back from the discomfort of sitting down.
The car seats were quite uncomfortable, but it was the only car I could get after losing Lil 'Bandit.
"Aagh ... Dude ...", Snake moans slightly making his back creak with a slow movement so as not to wake up his son who had his head resting on his leg.
Seeing the boy sleeping peacefully makes him smile slightly. That little boy made his sad days positive. But rarely had the opportunity to see him or spend the day with him, Snake always spent in jail or committing crimes.
You could not afford a bed for more than two days in a hotel without having to flee the next day. All his life as a criminal was punished by not being able to fully claim custody of the child.
There were even weeks when he simply did not know what was going on with him, and sometimes the same boy would visit him in jail on his own, a mess.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a police siren, his sense is sharpened and his first instinct is to lean forward so they can not see him.
He knew the jail perfectly and he did not care that they would take him back because he always found a way out, but then he thinks of Jeremy.
If they capture him they will take him away from him and he probably will not see him in a long time, the mere idea of losing a day with his son that has not even started makes him put his feet on the ground again.
Snake looks in the mirror carefully so that they would not see him, in moments like these he would implore heaven to turn around and never come back, but he is not very Catholic.
He saw the police patrols go at full speed without worrying about the vehicle parked behind a large promotional poster of Duff beers.
The criminal's panic disappears with sweat, but he has to get out of here before more cops come, so he starts the vehicle and gets ready to drive.
Making an excellent curve with little safety on the stones, it manages to enter the road that was little busy to start a new day.
Finally he could give a quiet respite, despite the fact that the Chief of Police was a complete imbecile, that fat man was still frustrating his plans.
He drove centered on the road, taking a look at the child every so often to see if he was still asleep.
The road was free of annoying sounds that bothered him, the morning breeze is nice and cool. Snake could feel relaxed for now, maybe it could be a good day.
He takes out a cigarette and his lighter to smoke, lowers the speed of the vehicle a bit to watch protesters protesting "lack of sand in the parks".
Snake smiles with satisfaction at that while expelling his smoked breath. The tranquility did not last long when he saw that there was a lot of traffic waiting in front of him.
"Oh dude, it can not be ...", Snake growls annoyed and pulls her head out the window. "Ladies, stop making up, we're in a hurry!"
Start honking the car loudly while other drivers started doing the same and shouting at each other.
"What's going on? ...", Jeremy's weak voice is present as he clutches his face against the seat.
The annoying father kept honking his horn and then looked at the boy.
"The life of the road boy, go back to sleep, Daddy has important things to do," Snake strokes the child's face slightly making him enter the ground again.
He leaves the car taking a solid wooden bat from the back and goes to the crowd to see why there was so much disorder there.
"Hey, what the hell is going on here?", Snake approaches with the bat in his hands.
"The idiots demonstrating do not make way for the road," explains one of them.
"Where the hell is the police?", A woman pulls out her cell phone, "I'll call them the devil, I will not lose my nail promotion."
"Do not!" Snake stops the girl somewhat nervous causing her to be surprised, but quickly hiding the truth he explains, "they would only look at eating donuts"
"It's true, that's what they do!", A subject realizes awkwardly.
"Who needs to see those incompetents scratch their bellies ?, we can against them!", Snake raises his voice.
The others first looked at each other incredulously, but later they were rudely encouraged to approach the demonstrators.
"We can against them!" Shouted the people.
"Hey, you!" Snake calls them with the bat held high, "we have something to tell you".
The annoying subjects turn to look at the subject of the tattooed snake, they had sharp posters. They had a rather unfriendly face and went towards them.
"...", Snake drops his bat, and without warning he runs out exclaiming "Bye!".
Snake gets in the car again and as if he did not care, he leaves the road to go through the countryside exclaiming to those on the road, "See ya, idiots!".
Driving through the green grass of the field manages to enter the road again so as not to raise the eyes of the police. Finally you can breathe easy, very soon they would be inside the city.
The road lasted just under an hour, it was quite relaxing for the boy, but quite the trip was quite busy for the father to have to avoid the cops.
The life of a delinquent is never easy, it is full of dangers and a strong sense of insecurity which follows you every day.
He could already see the giant letters that named the town "SPRINGFIELD", little by little he returned to society.
Sunlight illuminates Jeremy's face causing him to wake up from sleep. With fatigue rubs the sand of the eyes to yawn capturing the attention of Snake.
"Good morning boy," Snake ruffles the boy with his hand playing.
"Good morning, Daddy," Jeremy joins the seat slowly smiling at his father's act.
"Did you sleep well?" Asks Snake.
"Very good". He yawns a couple of times and blinks to be able to wake up completely, "did you give them what they deserved?"
Snake looks away with a slightly awkward but well-meaning smile, "most little dude, most."
"So, cool!" Replies the little one, admiring his father.
He did not think it was any good that he responded in that way. As much as he will try everything so that the child does not follow in his footsteps, inevitably the same father was the one who transformed him.
"Aaaand ...", Jeremy looks out the window at the streets and shops, "what will we do today, Daddy?"
"Today is our day, you are the one who decides today, boy", he responds without losing concentration at the wheel.
The little Jailbird recharges from his seat with one hand in his mouth thinking, without realizing that it made a funny face that made his father laugh.
"We're going to eat something, I'm dying of hunger", is his first activity thought of the day.
"What do you want?" Asks Snake.
"Some Krusty burgers?" Answers the boy with doubt.
Snake thinks for a minute, maybe it's not the best breakfast food, but to cheer up your child's day how healthy you can wait for today.
He drives to self-service to order, today he had no reason to steal money from the bank, he had already done it last week and kept it for this special day.
Receive the food you ordered; a children's box for Jeremy and a special Krusty for him. It felt very strange to pay for the food instead of stealing it, but it was not a big deal.
The child lost no time to try his children's burger, obviously after removing the toy from the box.
"Slow, little dude", catches the boy's attention.
"Excuse me, I got excited," replies the boy, smiling rather sadly.
The father left a moment for his son to feed himself. The cool morning with Krusty burgers to start what will be a day well spent.
Now Kiddo's attention was not the hamburger, now it was the special toy that came with the box.
"I'll call him, Dude," interrupts Jeremy.
"Why?" Snake asks between laughs at that comment.
"I want to be heard special every time I play with him," Jeremy replies, leaving the toy in the glove compartment.
Snake smiles happily at that comment, perhaps hiding a little tear that was beginning to sprout in him.
How could he have such a good son?
Snake does not hold back and gives him a hug, something quick, but showing how proud he is for him. Jeremy appreciates the love and corresponds it.
Father and son continue to eat while a car approaches the self-service to order.
"Excuse me, do you sell beer here?" the desperate man asked, "please I need beer, Moe's business is closed!"
"I'm sorry sir, but it was withdrawn because it is a bad influence for the children," the woman replies to the communicator.
"D'oh!" Exclaims the man.
"Anything else, sir?" Asks the woman.