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I’m a criminal. I rob banks for a living and occasionally stab men in alleyways to grab their wallets. No, I haven’t killed anyone with the 7.8 inch Soldier Knife that I carry in my left jean pocket; except for myself, once in a while.

Its not hard living like this. I rob a bank once in four months; keeps me going and keeps me off the trail. I grab a wallet every Friday, near the rocky pubs downtown; and I end up cutting those poor men more often that not.

Right now, I’m sitting in my friend’s studio. She died three months ago, and her place has been unoccupied since. I still have trouble sleeping with the bright yellow walls and the sickly sweet smell that sticks to her house. But I can’t go anywhere else. They’ll find me.