They make it easy for you. Come on. A prison located downtown? They might as well have given me the keys to the joint or left my cell wide open with a bouquet of roses parked by the front door. I slipped out at 12:35 pm in lieu of the pizza delivery gal who is now chilling in my cell thinking dark thoughts about her future and where she went wrong. So far, so good. I figure I’ve got a good ten to twelve minute lead before they shuffle us off to lunch and put two and two together. My plan is to head north on i90. Jump a few exits and trade in the pizza gal’s Domino car for something a bit less conspicuous. Laying down miles between me and them is key.