I was on the lam in the big city, hiding out by day and foraging by night. I was laying low, cause I had gotten into some trouble and had to do a bunk. No, I ain't gonna say what kind of trouble, but it had to do with a dame. It always does, ya know? Anyway, you gotta be smart to live off the streats, see, and I was doing pretty well for myself, running numbers, doing a little hustling on the side, unitl the coppers caught up with me. They nabbed me when I wasn't lookin, but it was all a frame up. I knew they couldn't pin anything on me. They sure gave me the third degree, asking me where I came from and who my friends were. But me, I'm a pretty stand up guy and I wouldn't squeal on my pals. They sent me to the slammer, but what the heck, I said, it's three hots and a cot, right? Then I found out I was on death row! Yikes! Time for a new plan! I'm a smart guy and know my rights, so I demanded to see a lawyer. So this dame comes along, says she's a lawyer and can get me out of the joint. Only thing is, I have to come home with her. Well, when you're sitting on death row, your options are pretty limited, so we cut a deal.

So that's how I came to be here. At first I figured I would make nice for a day or two, lull their suspicions, ya know, then make a run for it. Come to find out, it ain't so bad here. Lots of food, a soft bed, and this dame kissing on me all the time. So I've decided to stick around for awhile, pretend to be reformed, you know the drill. A guy could do worse, ya know?