Six years ago i was a completely different man. Living a simple life of a post office worker and a volunteer cop for the state police department as a personal hobby. Even tho i was a nobody i always had those fun times where i was sitting with my best friend who i knew back from when i was in primary school discussing about different stuff over a nice bottle of beer on the side of the store where i bought it from, mostly talking about fictional events such as zombie apocalypses and whatnot. Crazy stuff that would make a twelve year old nerd version of ourselves wet their pants from excitement.
"I cant believe that this shit costs more then it did a month ago. Man prices are going up by the week dude, i'm telling you." My good friend Daniel was never the type to judge the product by its price but he could not stand whenever a store fucks around with prices of his favorite brands when he used to buy the same thing almost daily.
"these kind of small business buildings are always doing stuff like that whenever a product is getting sold frequently. Its not like the world owes you a favor for good customer service by buying the same crappy beer you love so much." By replying with such an answer something clicked in me right then. Something that i never thought through really. Maybe because it seemed too far fetched and fictional like always. A bank heist. With all of its cool gadgets and tricks that made James Bond movies look like James Bond movies and not some sort of mediocre action flick from the 90's that everyone forgot by now.
"Say Daniel. All this money talk made me think of an old fashion bank heist. You know, like in those heist movies. With all the hostage taking and the money laundering. Crap like that."
I said sipping from the bottle of beer as he replied back to me with a hinge of interest within my words. "Really? what's on your mind exactly. Like a heist of some sort or what?. Don't tell me you are planning on robbing this store dude." It felt like he was serious about it all while his voice cracked a little. "What? No! no.. I mean more in a simple plan discussion. for some reason i really want to think of a way to rob a genuine bank. You know. For fun. Its not like we have something to talk about. Am i right?"
"Yea. I guess you are right.. " he looked at the half filled bottle looking pretty bored while the bottle emitted an orange light from the setting sun behind us as we were sitting on the side of a half empty parking lot smelling like piss and weed. Luckily for us the near by bench was empty and clean enough to let ourselves actually sit on it.
"Anyways. I thought of something like the small bank near your house. You know. the one that we went to in order for you to get a new credit card for your savings account. " It was a small place. Not crowded and pretty easy looking to rob at any point. The sheer fact that that bank was never robbed in its lifetime makes my head spin. Are everyone in this damn region such pussies for not trying to pull off a great score such as a bank like that?
Small or not, it still holds enough cash to feed a family of four for years. Yet again. Getting weapons in this part of town was never easy. Maybe everyone is too satisfied with their daily jobs that pays them for ripping other people off without them even noticing it in the first place. "Huh. Sounds interesting enough, go on." Daniel replied letting me continue with my plans.
From what i remembered by seeing things like this on TV and other media, the essential part of any heist is the organization of a crew consisting of a driver, some sort of hacker, and two or more main muscle men that would make the heist happen. "I thought of a driver waiting for us in an unmarked hidden car in a dark alleyway while the hacker tries to get into the banks system and move the cameras away from the main scene to let us get inside without us getting shown on public TV the next morning. What do you think? How would you go inside the bank." I replied expecting a serious answer due to my peeking interest in planning this out while he took a sip from the bottle replying in a sort of joking matter making me feel stupid for even bringing it up. "I don't know man. Maybe walk inside the building with some sort of golden glock pretending that such a thing exists. How are we even supposed to get so much money to organize such a heist even. Be real." He got up and begun walking slowly with me getting up after him.
"Come on asshole. Be serious. Its something that makes me interested in even staying out right now instead of going back home." Tho he had a point there. Its not like working at a post office gave me enough money to even afford that kind of equipment such as bullet proof vests or a couple of guns in that matter. But. What was i saying. As if i would ever rob a real bank. In real life. "I don't know dude. This is too far fetched even for myself at this point. You figure this out." he said as we begun going our separate ways home.
Once i arrived home i knew that the feeling of such a thought would intrigue me but i never expected it to actually haunt me for the rest of the day as i was constantly thinking of ways in and ways out. Different escape plans and the equipment requiring to complete such a robbery. There is no way anyone could even muster such bravery to even commence something as robbing a bank. But no one even tried. They all left it in the movies like they should.
What was i thinking back then. I don't even want to remember the stupidity of my thoughts. The distraction that kept me away from other more useful things to do in my life. I was a post college student and the only thought any sane adult my age would think is how to advance on with life. How to find a job and raise a family. A typical thought a twenty thee year old man would think right after completing college. To be honest, i never had a girlfriend. I was never the type of a romantic and i was constantly stressing out over things. Learning, paying bills, generally staying alive. It is never easy to get away from your family and start something new of your own.
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