The life of a fugitive isn't very glamorous. The Barrow gang was forced to bathe in the icy cold country streams, often racing back to the warmth of their car, which literally had become their home. When nature called, they had to take to the privacy of the woods. The luxury of using a bathtub or toilet happened rarely. They had to be light sleepers, listening for any unusual sounds for fear of nocturnal ambushes. Many times depending on people that they could trust or family members to take their clothing to the cleaners or buying them new clothes. The simple act of getting a haircut or perm at the local barber shop could prove fatal, especially since more and more of their photographs started surfacing. Care had to be taken when cooking, as a campfire at night or the smoke from a campfire during the day could arouse suspicion. This left them to feast on cold beans, weiners, biscuits or canned goods. I'm sure that living in such close quarters would test the nerves of anyone! Often quarreling or fighting off the boredom of many lonely days and nights. Imagine if you will, spending the night cramped up in the confines of a small car in pitch darkness on a lonely back road during a violent thunderstorm or having to leave the windows rolled down to get relief from the heat of a summer's night, only to be tormented by the bites of the ferocious insects.