mechanical inclination was never my thing. my forte if you will. i needed money bad. for my wife. for my two babies. for my house. my priorities were set and with that meant some bending of my personal rules. my code of ethics. my morals. i knew how to use tools and owned them. it was a friend of a friend of a friend. getting vouched for at a poker game goes a long ways in this crew. i needed to crack a safe.

brought my tools. three boxes of them. and some extra shit from home depot just in case. keyed in, it's great when you have someone on the inside. walked in. and they left me to my devices. it took three diamond drill bits to even breach the first panel and i only had 5 total. but once i got in, it was like reading green eggs and ham. pretty soon we were loading up the money, the jewelry, and whatever else looked of value.

somehow i was king. it should have never worked, but it did. i ended up leaving with one less tool box of shit. the guy in charge took all my broken shit to get disposed of properly. he handed me back my empty toolbox and thanked me. they all patted me on the back and thanked me. we had saved each other. by crime. and for some reason none of them wanted the bearer bonds. a toolbox full of those and my cut. we'll be fine for a long, long time.