I Wasn't Nailed Down.

We had to pay bell bondmen, lawyers all kinds of things. We made money on whatever was in the car. Alley boy got out and punched the hole in because he was much taller than me. So i yelled to him, gumbar, get back int the car. As he jumped back into the car, the guy was right near the back end of my car. W still looking at him in the mirror, and he was stretching the gun out towards me. I leaned all the way down on the seat, almost on boys lap, and i hit the guess i went a little while, no shots. And i was doing maybe really, really quick, 60, 70 miles