Tyrell opened the door to his apartment and found his landlord in front of him, tapping his foot.

“Tyrell you betta’ pay yo’ rent o-” before he could finish, Tyrell pulled a pistol and popped him between the eyes.

“Cracka’.” He said as he stepped over the body and put the “gat” back in his pants. As he walked towards the dilapidated stairs, his neighbor, Old Lady Jenkins, opened her door.

“Why, hello there Tyrell.” she said. He grabbed her purse, ripped it off her arm, and then shoved her down the steps.

“That’s what I thought!” he yelled after her. When he got down stairs a little girl asked him if he had seen her teddy bear.

“You think I’ve seen it?!? See this!” he yelled as he punched her in the head. She fell to the ground, his brass knuckle making a large laceration in her forehead. He spit on her writhing body as he pushed his way into the busy street.

He walked by a bank and decided he would hold it up. He kicked the door open and stomped inside.

He was in a bad mood.