While researching banks, the high of buying the second gun wore off. I realized I had no idea how to commit a robbery. I was planning and actually coming up with some good ideas, but I was still guilty of being a straight-laced goody-goody. I had never committed a crime, ever. I really thought about it, I hadn’t even stolen a piece of gum from the gas station, how pathetic. What was even more pathetic is that doing right hasn’t gotten me anything but a crap job and a closet sized apartment.

Then I remembered what one of my coworkers told me a long time ago, I didn’t understand then, but I fully understand now…get or be got. Back then I thought that it was the stupidest phrase ever but Steve spoke the truth, you either go get what you want or someone is going to get it from you.

I’m still going to do it, I don’t care what happens! Living in my apartment I should be pretty comfortable in jail. Fuck that! If anything bad goes down, I’m going out Bonnie and Clyde style! Then it hit me….I needed a partner.