A Glimpse of the Story

Drug addicts and homeless crackheads

N/A i think that this one kind of sucks so if you can give me more suggestions to spice it up a bit then that will help me loads. Anyway here it is
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My feet were pounding against the ground as i ran faster through the sea of people who were staring at us with fright as the man was chasing after me saying " SOMEONE STOP HER!"

I ran in alley ways where homeless people were asleep and abandoned building that looked like they were going to collapse if a light breeze blew past.

Ok I'm pretty sure I lost him. I blew out a breath.

I was still holding on to the satchel as i cautiously walked along the sidewalk making sure not to run into the man again.

I was still catching my breath when i was half way through the bad, run down part of town. I kept passing by drug addicts and homeless crack heads that were saying incoherent words, it didn't faze me anymore because i always walk through this part of town whether it was day or night.

I looked in the satchel see that there was credit cards, ATM cards, money, jewelry, and other valuables in there. i looked up with a grin, im going to get payed today.

the way i get payed was simple actually, i would go back to my house and get on some nicer clothes and go to jewelry stores across the town and sell all the the jewelry that i had stolen. then i would have someone (a well known faceless person in the illegal world) transfer all the money from these bank accounts to my offshore accounts. and as for the other valuables, i would sell those to people who need them for higher prices.

After successfully getting all the money out of everything i had pick pocketed today i took 45% of it. the rest was for the homeless, not the druggies but the ones who have families or who were veterans.

you could say i was the Robbin hood of NYC except i took a portion of it for myself.

i know most of the homeless people by name too. its saddens me to see so many good people on the street because of the economy, and it makes no sense that the richer families don't have to pay as much taxes as they should.

that's why i steal, to give to those who need it more than those who don't. This is how I was raised, to help those who need it most.