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CHAPTER 1

Not very exciting, huh? That scenario is not what you’d normally imagine when the subject of bank robbery is mentioned. There were no guns, no hostage taking, no big bags full of money, and no bang-bang, shoot-’em-up, Bonnie-and-Clyde type of shit. That was by design. My aim was to get in and get out as fast as possible with as little fanfare and attention drawn to myself as possible. Nobody but me and the teller knew what had transpired until I was a reasonable distance from that establishment.

But I had accomplished what I had set out to do. I was leaving with about five stacks for sixty seconds worth of work. Even as I left though, my subconscious mind began looking forward to the next heist, despite the fact that I had told myself before the robbery that it would be a onetime thing. Even though that had not been an action-packed event, it gave me an adrenaline rush that created an instant, unexpected addiction. It was an addiction to rival any heroin or crack addiction.

Thus began the adventure of a lifetime. This type of hustle suited me perfectly because I prefer to do my dirt solo dolo due to the fact that I had been ratted on before. And like the robberies, burglaries, and low-level drug dealings I had done previously, I knew it would be a low risk if I was careful and that many of these low-risk robberies would equal a lot of cash.

On the bus, I had replayed the robbery from beginning to end. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that a bank robbery would be so easy. And never had I felt the elation that I had felt after I had successfully pulled off that robbery. The sheer balls that it had taken to continue up those steps and follow through with my intentions amazed me. The act itself caused unbelievable levels of tension, fear, exhilaration, and excitement, and all those feelings combined to become an indescribable sensation that immediately etched itself permanently into every part of me: physical, mental, and spiritual. And yet I continued to tell myself that it would never happen again, but now that I think about it, I know that I never really believed that.

I got caught after fifteen robberies, which is a blessing because I know that if I had been able to continue, I would have escalated the degree of risk at some point or gotten greedy. Just like a heroin addict, my tolerance would have built to the point where I would need more and more to satisfy my craving. Eventually I would have ended up catching a body or being given a life sentence.