Christopher Daniel Gay's life has been one long, sad country song, the latest verse written when he bolted from a sheriff's deputy at a Kennesaw Waffle House on his way to jail. Gay's ballad has taken him from a rough childhood in the hills to a joyride around a NASCAR track. He has escaped from custody so many times folks call him "Little Houdini." Trying to reach his dying mama, he took a Wal-Mart truck and then a Nashville singer's tour bus.