When Every Thing Fails

Roughing it up

" Catch that man! He's stealing!" Said the fat guy, pointing towards Stan running down the street.

Stan was at it again with the stealing and fading away into the crowd. This was one art he had mastered over the years, but you couldn't really blame him! Life had been harsh on that guy and a little stealing wouldn't kill anybody, it may pinch a bit but definitely not kill! All he would steal was food , not jewelry, not riches but just food. To start with, he didn't really have a lot of friends, and definitely not the ones who would take a bullet for you. I was actually the only thing he had closest to a friend.

Oh I'm sorry. I've been blabbering all this while and you don't even know who i am! It's clide here and Like I told you before, i'm the closest thing next to a friend Stan has but I wouldn't lie to you, I love him more than I love myself!