“The evening ended, and a couple of weeks later we saw the guy’s picture in the paper. He’d been an escaped inmate. They said he’d been found when some folks saw his heavily tattooed arm sticking out of a garbage bag down by the river.”
Yikes. I don’t even want to think about how close I probably came to disaster in those younger, more liberal days. I usually had pretty good instincts about people and God was definitely looking out for me/us... since nothing bad ever happened.
This guy probably met with street justice. He’d have likely been better off staying in jail. He was pleasant enough. Didn’t want any trouble...at least not with two guys in their mid-20s and a Pitbull/shepherd mix.