I’ve always hated the night. The way the crisp air freezes my nose hairs and the once warm breeze transforms into well managed blades. The silence of the night echoes and every noise holds its five seconds of fame. The shuffling of bags as I pass an alley. The buzzing gnats that fly above my head into the street lamps. The repetive thump from behind me.

Those heavy footsteps have been behind me since I left my job a couple blocks away. I would be afraid, I should be afraid, but I can’t work up the energy to care. I have no car to jack, not a penny to my name, no family to return to, and not a inch of sanity in my brain. I‘ve never been one to back out from a confrontation and I won’t start now. Im starting to like this night.

All I need is a few bucks, I’m not doing anything wrong because I need it. Most people who steal don’t need the money and I’m not taking that much and release a shaky sigh in reply. I’ll just take that amount and I’ll return the rest. He probably doesn’t need it anyway and with how oblivious this guy is hes practically begging someone to rob him.

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I should have listened to mu gut and just robbed him as soon as he left that pizza place. Dang, should I just run up behind him or should I wait till he reaches his house then I’ll get him while he fiddling with his keys. Is it chillier than usual, this sweat dripping from my arm pit’s isn’t making this any better. I’ve come to far to back out now. I hate this night.