I need a method of making revenue I Stare off into space as I sit upon a park bench feeling a thirst for cash that will be left unquenched...I begin to day dream creating a scenario and route that I could take to acquire what I desire....
I bust through the passageway of a small corner store beside a market with a group of delinquents..degenerates and criminals I pull out my pistol and tell the woman behind the counter to crack open the register and hand over the commission....time is of the essence she's taking too long we've got to vacate the premises before the authorities are present... I hop over the counter and pistol whip the bitch and take the money....that'll teach her a lesson maybe next time she'll quit testing my patience...
I snap out of my delusions confused and shocked at these thoughts what does the lust for profit force you to become? A gangster?...criminal...a thug?...I dont know...ill search for the answers when im not so anxious... I need a place to relax...
