When I first saw I was appalled, I was going to play the whole "this is what America's come to" bit, you can't sneak a little soda in your cup after saying you're just getting water? I thought that was a given. Like if you ask for water but want a fountain cup you're getting soda, everyone knows that, completely innocent. But then I got a weird feeling, all of a sudden I felt a little more badass, like the rush of committing 1,000 crimes I missed out on 10 years ago all hit me at once, this is robbery? Well then call me John fuckin' Dillinger! If I were a Grand Theft Auto character my "respect" would have gone up like a million points. I'm a badass guys! There's probably still wanted signs out for me. I wonder what the price on my head is? Dead or alive? They sure as hell ain't taking me alive.
I have to reevaluate my entire life now. Need to buy new clothes, walk different, talk different, get new friends with criminal records, maybe get a tattoo? "Live my life 12oz at a time", I don't know, we'll work on it. I feel like Prison Mike, hopefully the Dementors don't get me.
What's the statute of limitations on this? Haven't done it in a while but might get back in the game, want the rush, NEED the rush. So if you don't hear from me for a while I'll be on the run, wherever the road takes me. They're probably on to me already, on to the next town. I'm a ghost baby. I can just picture he Johnny Utah equivalent of stolen fountain soda trying to chase me down, "I've been to every city in Massachusetts. Came across an unclaimed piece of meat in Lawrence, turned out to be Rosie. Guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better. Found a passport of yours in Lowell. Missed you by about a week in Boston. But I know you wouldn't miss the 50-year Storm gdonut!"
I have to reevaluate my entire life now. Need to buy new clothes, walk different, talk different, get new friends with criminal records, maybe get a tattoo? "Live my life 12oz at a time", I don't know, we'll work on it. I feel like Prison Mike, hopefully the Dementors don't get me.
What's the statute of limitations on this? Haven't done it in a while but might get back in the game, want the rush, NEED the rush. So if you don't hear from me for a while I'll be on the run, wherever the road takes me. They're probably on to me already, on to the next town. I'm a ghost baby. I can just picture he Johnny Utah equivalent of stolen fountain soda trying to chase me down, "I've been to every city in Massachusetts. Came across an unclaimed piece of meat in Lawrence, turned out to be Rosie. Guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better. Found a passport of yours in Lowell. Missed you by about a week in Boston. But I know you wouldn't miss the 50-year Storm gdonut!"
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