Break into old man Weaselton's bait shop

Later that you and Maggie want beer and smokes. No cash. No way dad's going to give you any, hell the old loser probably ain't got none himself. So you and your girl break into old man Weaselton's bait shop late at night. He has a old German Shepard as guard dog. But you have known that ol' hound for fourteen years. You pet "Fangbrow". The dog grins from the end of his metal chain. A few kicks and you're inside. The old man don't have no fancy city security system. No alarm sounds. Maggie waits in the truck, petting the dog as it leans against the truck, front paws against the door. Tongue lulling out in joy. Hot damn! You start looking around. You find a brown envelope with two hundred forty bucks in it. There's a couple beers in the fridge. You return to the truck with the money and a brew for each of you. You later buy a carton of smokes, and a case of beer you and your girl make it through almost half the beer before fucking in the beer and sex scented front seat. Life is good. You still have a money left to buy gas and a case of brews along with the new Tribute to Kyle Deerbone album.