If a guy goes to bed drunk, there’s a good chance he’ll wake up sober. But if a guy goes to bed stupid, he’ll still be stupid the next morning. And so it was for Christopher and his girlfiend, Shannon. In this true-crime story we’ll think of them as "Bonnie and Clyde."

Clyde breaks out of a minimum security prison up in North Carolina. First thing, he steals his mother’s car and drives to Spartanburg to find Bonnie, his girlfriend.

The couple drives to Florence where they plead with a new car dealer to let them test-drive one of his sporty models. The dealer agrees, but wants some kind of identification. Bonnie hands over her driver’s license. Great move!

Leaving their cares behind, Bonnie and Clyde head for the Grand Strand for some impromptu playtime in the surf and sun. Soon tiring of that activity, the desperado couple decides to head back to Spartanburg where new adventures await.

By now, Bonnie and Clyde are running low on cash, so they make a refueling stop at a Li’l Cricket convenience store-and drive off without paying for $20 worth of gas. In his haste to get away, Clyde slams into a telephone pole.

The couple leaves the scene of the accident and hitchhike to the upper part of the county where they spend the night sleeping in the woods up on Table Rock Mountain.

By now, photographs of Bonnie and Clyde-make that Shannon and Christopher-are plastered all over, everywhere. The next morning, walking along scenic route 11, tired and hungry, the couple is spotted by patrolling deputies and arrested. You could paper the walls of a jail cell with their arrest warrants.

It’s ironic, but when Clyde escaped from prison he was serving time for "driving under suspension." The time remaining on his sentence (back then) was only 45 days.