Time was running out. We were on the move though. Jeff and Crazy Jim were with me, along with big Billy Bob. Billy bob weighed every bit of a Mach trucks engine and he knew it! I'd watch him fight and he wouldn't even throw a punch. He would just fall onto if the inmate instantly shattering ribs like he was snapping crackers in half. A good friend to have, but not too bright. I think his mother vagina fed him instead of breast milk. As for Jeff he was the “brains"...