At twenty I moved out of my parents’ house, to a completely
different city. I told them I had a job
as a pizza deliver guy. I didn’t though,
I was really stealing again.
I tried
getting back into the game too fast. For
the past fifteen years I had only been able to pickpocket and accomplish petty
theft behind my parents’ backs. This took a toll on my thieving ability. Immediately after moving out, I tried to rob a high-end bank. I barely made it out without being
caught. A couple more minutes inside the
vault and I definitely would have.
After
that close call, I decided to slowly ease back into the thieving game. It took me a while to get back to the same
skill level I was when I was a toddler, because one: toddlers learn extremely
quickly, and two: I hadn’t done anything big in fifteen years. So yeah, it took a while to get back to where
I used to be.
After a
year though, I was cracking some pretty big banks. I was a millionaire after fourteen
months. After two years, I had reached the
one-billion-dollar mark. I was getting
bored. Everything was just too
easy.
Thankfully, my parents decided to help out with my boredom.
They learned I didn’t actually have a job and they heard about this
international thief stealing from the best banks in the world. And guess what they did. They reported me to the police, who in return
reported me to the FBI, who in turn reported me to every agency in the entire
world.
I am quite
proud to say that it took two whole months to catch me. But eventually they did, and I am glad of
that because it brought on my greatest challenge yet. Escaping prison.
This
was very different from breaking into banks.
One of the greatest differences being, I relied on sneaking into banks when
no one was around. In prison, you are
constantly surrounded by inmates and prison guards, making it extremely
difficult to move around unseen. But I resolved
to break out of prison and to do it as quickly as possible.
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