Moving out
Everything I have worked for I have lost. How can I work more than forty hours a week and still have my home taken from me? Two years back sub prime meant nothing to me; now I wish I never heard them. I feel sick in my stomach when I think of the kids. The bank still sits all splendid down on 9th St.
I’ve got a gun. Maybe I’ll go and find a convenience store and get me some cash. Maybe I’ll make and end of the kids and me. Maybe I’ll throw it in the river. God help me.
- Peter Hitchmough
janwithaplan said:
I’m hoping this fictional and not autobiographical.
claudia said:
I’m afraid you might end up on an episode of Most Shockin “Dummest criminals”
davidbdale said:
You’ve got a gun and you hate the banks but you plan to rob a convenience store? Where’s the justice in that? Shoot a banker.