How I survived the “Big Bitch” (25-to-Life) and the death of my Angel. I wasn’t a street thug. I was an engineer who operated on the wrong side of the law. I machined the serial numbers off my .25 Browning with a mill, not a file. I built custom nets to fish cash out of…
Category: Rock Bottom
They didn’t catch me because I was tough. They caught me because I was an engineer. When they finally arrested me in Lackawanna, NY, they didn’t just find a criminal. They found a walking technical violation.I wasn’t a thug who kicked down doors. I was “The Kid.” The specialist. I drove a 1970 Cadillac Fleetwood…