The Fear of 13 Page #5

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This guy came out of nowhere,

just hovered above me.

And the blinding candlelight of this

magnitude, I can't even describe.

And he circled

and he had the whole area lit.

He came back, he lit me up

and lit me up.

This guy chased me for literally

three hours with this helicopter.

My feet split open, my calves

erupted, my hamstrings were pulled.

But I got lucky, didn't I?

The helicopter had a FLIR -

forward-looking infrared camera

and it wasn't working because

it was so cold it malfunctioned.

I ended up on a pair

of railroad tracks

where I walked on broken feet

for five miles.

Until I got to Frazer Pennsylvania

where I stole a car.

It was a 1965 green Mustang.

I found a quarter.

I went over to the coin box

and I called a family member.

I drove over to the house

and they gave me $100,

a handful of bandages and gauze

and then a Philadelphia

green Eagles ski cap.

Like that wasn't going to give

away my city location!

I drove to New York City

and I got a hotel room

in the Bowery in a flophouse

on the lower East Side.

Seven dollars a night.

I paid for a whole week in advance

and then I went to a little bodega

and I got a box of Epsom salt

and went up to my room.

Oh, my God.

Like, I literally had

institutional sock

all threaded into the torn

tissue of my feet.

And I just soaked in it

and I started pulling it out

and it was like...

I would just cry, man.

The first three days...

That's why I didn't even venture

out. I literally couldn't walk.

CAR HORNS:

After four days,

I went out one evening.

It was excruciating

to finally go out.

And Macy's had this long display

window of all the electronic

products and there were all these

televisions and on them

were all these different channels

and on some of them was the news

and there was the video footage

of me obviously being hunted.

And in that one moment I was

hit by the reality, I'm not free.

Not by a damn shot.

I am just like...

I'm temporarily out on a leash

and if they catch me

I'm going to catch a bullet.

Like, it was so terrifying

in that moment.

In 1985 you didn't need to even show

photo identification

to get on an aeroplane.

You didn't have to show

who you were or anything.

So I went to this

upscale restaurant.

And I just waited and waited.

I waited by the men's room.

Waiting, waiting.

As soon as I saw a guy go in the

bathroom without a jacket on,

I walked over to his table

and I stole his jacket

and he had his wallet in his jacket.

Then I went to the cloakroom

and grabbed a fur coat.

And I left.

So I simply just used

the credit card,

bought last-minute tickets

to Orlando

and when I got to Orlando

I told the taxi driver

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