Riding With Bonnie & Clyde

Riding with Bonnie & Clyde"Boy, you can't go home. You got murder on you, just like me."That's what Clyde told me. That was what he said after I seen him kill Doyle Johnson in Temple, Texas, on Christmas Day. 1932. For me, that's how it all started.I had got with Clyde and Bonnie the night before in Dallas. Me and L. C., that's Clyde's younger brother, was driving home from a dance in his daddy's old car. Here come Bonnie and Clyde. They honked their car horn and we pulled over. I stay...