Sex and Crime_(0)
Cleveland Rocks We each took turns throwing our orange prison suits into a burning barrel nearby. It had been less than 6 hours since we’ve broken out of an upstate prison in New York. We managed to make it to Ohio after burglarizing an old man in a small town near the prison. His body was probably still lying in the middle of his living room floor. We took his keys and started out on our way west. It would be hours or maybe days before someone reported the old man missing, but the guards at the prison would know we’ve escaped by the time the sun came up. We ran out gas in Ohio, somewhere outside of Cleveland. It was my turn to dispose of my prison suit; I discarded it into the burning …