"That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly stupid idea. Let's do it and see what happens."
My best friend Flint and I sit on a couch that is ripping apart at the seams, in a tiny apartment that we call home.
The tv continues to play as I stare at my best friend in silence. He stares at me back.
"I mean, I dunno, I think it's getting a little dry around here and we need something to get our blood rushing again like old times. I think it's time for a change," I look at him intently as he thinks about it.
"But, if we get caught, we'll get sent right back to jail, and you know I hate it there, man."
"Yeah, but think about it, if we don't get caught, we'll be rich and living the good life, it'll be great."
"But if we do-"
"Who says we're gonna get caught?" I give him a wry smile and he shakes his head.
"I don't even know why I ever listen to you, Jack."
"So you're in?"
He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I'm in."
