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I'm on the run but have to escape to college. I'm in a Greyhound bus station somewhere in Ohio sweating like a motherfucker as I go through bag checks and what not praying I'll make it to college without getting arrested. Old head sees this and pulls me to the side. Asks what's up. Old head tells me to lay low over the next few days and pretend like I'm okay as we pass through all these states. That was a 80 hour trip. Almost thought they made me in Montana but I pulled a hat over my head and pretended to be asleep.

My time to help came years when later when someone who other people might think committed a crime got into a situation. I assisted him in fleeing this hypothetical criminal situation en route to Mexico via bus.

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I'll leave the alleged intoxicated then driving stories for later.