Dear Secret Agents,
Bonnie and Clyde are alive and kicking. They both pledged their full fledge allegiance to the Tru’ Revolution and offered to take down any members of the Fashion Police that are advising people to wear black. Scared of what they would do to them, I kindly refused. But I am bringing their message to you.
Bonnie said she will be the Tru’ Revolution Watchdog, starting immediately.
Clyde said he’ll be ready and steady to chase the Wicked Witch of the East in his Custom Bobber Honda Shadow. Anything for the Tru’ Revolution, he said, Lucky 13 hanging on the side of his bike. With men like him you really don’t ask, what does 13 mean?
Together, Bonnie & Clyde were a real team. Not much was said but a lot was done.
The word on the street tells us Clyde is the mastermind, and Bonnie follows along for the love of him. But something in Bonnie’s eyes tells me this calculation is not quite right.
It looked like she’s pretty much in charge? Wouldn’t you agree?
It was only when they played together that Bonnie would melt a little, spilling her heart out through a song.
This is when it was Clyde’s time to be in charge. Bonnie would back every move of his. He knew this.
But it wouldn’t last long. Bonnie’s devilish eyes would perk up soon enough. There will be trouble they’d say. And you know it would. Viva La Colour Revolution! Bonnie and Clyde to the People!