Jacob Lewis' Mole Hole

I reckon most mens has a place where they go to get away from their wives. I can go to this little study on the second floor of my house. I got a TV and books and a desk to write and draw on. But this fellow name of Jacob Lewis what lives down the road a piece has to go out in the wash house to get away from his wife, Mablean. He's a real interesting person what works crossword puzzles, in ink, and what listens to ballgames on his radio and what smokes a pack a day of Camels out there. One thing special about Jacob are his way of coming up with things to save money. Like he goes to North Carolina about twice a year to see a sister up there and brings back enough cartons of smokes to last till his next trip. They is cheaper up there. And he makes his own menthol cigarettes. I has seen him a million times as he pulls out a Camel and with his long index fingers seizes a little glob of Vicks Salve from the jar and slides a thin strip down the unfiltered cigarette. And wah lah you has a Kool. Ever time I has been to visit Jacob he are in his mole hole, that what he calls it, except on Mondays. That's wash day. Monday you can find him sitting on the bench out front of the bus station, him and his Camels and his jar of Vicks Salve.