I thought for sure we would be pulled over by D.C. metro cops any minute. It was late at night. We were drivin around the mostly deserted streets of D.C. in an easily identifible stolen work truck with the name of the company clearly visible on both sides of the truck. Our adreneline was so high at that point we were just runnin' red lights and drivin' all crazy 'n' such...We knew we had to get out of that area though, and we did.
Somehow, we found our way back to the interstate and were once again on our way to Mannasquan...Along the way we had to stop and beg and panhandle for spare change so we could buy gas and pay tolls 'n' such. It was a desperate night...
Somtime the next mornin' we ran outta gas in Mannasquan and just left the truck where it was(as it turned out we had left the stolen vehicle on the local sherriffs' property)
We walked away from the truck, the weather turned cold and the rain fell. We looked for shelter. We were all wet and hungry and tired. Sharyn began to lose her cool. Host-bro wanted me to ditch her but I tol' him we couldn't do that. She was complainin' 'bout just about ever't'in it seemed(I tol' her not to come, but she insisted). For 2 days we slept in cold unlocked cars. One mornin' we startled some woman who jumped into her car and found us 3 delinquent run-aways asleep in her backseat. We jumped out and ran. One afternoon Sharyn and I were so cold and miserable that we tried to sleep for a while in a cardboard box inside an ol' barn. I thought the cardboard would help to keep us warm, but it didn't help much and we were unable to get any rest. I don't think we'd had anything to eat for a day or 2 either.
Sharyn became more and more distraught. Eventually she decided she couldn't take any more and tol' us she wanted to turn herself in at the cop-shop. Well by then neither Host-bro nor I could hardly stand the sound of her voice anymore. We dropped her off at the cop-shop as per her request...bringin' her along had been a big mistake.
I don't know then if it was later that same day or whether it might have been the next day or what, but Host-bro and I had finally made contact with his "druggie girlfriend" and we went to her house to meet her and hole up for a while. We were up in her attic bedroom for about an hour when there was a hard knock at the front door. Yeah, you know the sound of that knock. Someone looked out the window and said: "It's the cops!!"
I ran down the front stairs as fast as I could. As I came down the stairs I could see the top of the cops' hat through the front door window. I was in a strange and unfamilliar house, was sort of runnin blind to where I thought the back door would be, but when I found the back door there was a cop standin' there too. I was cut off. I ran into the back bedroom and was considerin tryin' to climb up, over a tall dresser and out through a tiny window. The cop at the back door saw me through the screen door and just came in and caught me in the back bedroom. I was trapped. I was Handcuffed and put in the back of the police car. Host-bro came out next, cuffed too, and was put into the backseat with me... As we were taken away in that police car I caught a momentary glimpse, over the sea wall, of the Atlantic ocean...
