Alligator in my toolbox

“You better tell ‘im that you aint smoked no shit,” Jessie Stoner said, covering the marijuana on the console with his jacket.

“You think I’m worried? Dude, that aint nothin’ compared to the four-foot alligator I got stuffed in my toolbox,” Christopher Walling said.


Christopher adjusted his cap in his wing mirror, “I shot it out by Llano,” he said, watching the Deputy stroll up to the rear of his pickup, taking his time.

Jessie wiped a hand over his face. Thinking. Two days into his parole. “Shit,” he said, “and I bet you still got no licence?”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Jessie Stoner and Christopher Walling –