I always figured they would get me; it was just a matter of how.
There were always disreputable types in my quarter like in any other. My local malcontent went by the name of Maxwell – or was it Sykes? Thing is, when you scrub the underbelly so much, you lose count of the flakes. No other f...
<p>I always figured they would get me; it was just a matter of how.</p>
<p>There were always disreputable types in my quarter like in any other. My local malcontent went by the name of Maxwell – or was it Sykes? Thing is, when you scrub the underbelly so much, you lose count of the flakes. No other fence could hope to possess his very own shop. It was a blatant spit in the face, a slap across the cheek of all good folk who adhere to the law. This cunning rat did not run scared at the sight of cat nor pig. He could just as well dangle the cheese in front of his hunters’ eyes. Do rats prey on any human beings? Well, naturally, they prey on the weak and those with the bare minimum. Something is always worth stealing; that’s how it was with that bastard, Maxwell. When, where, and whom to strike were the only questions to ever plague his mind. He was not above leaving a mark on his victims – he didn’t need trophies to hold in a case behind glass. His victims walked around. scarred by the fierce hand of the thief.</p>
<p>My day started off well enough. I headed down to the local cafe as I typically did. I had a problem, I kept telling myself. I had to quit. I had already downgraded from several americanos a day to just one espresso. The problem was that I had not seen progress in so long. That was just how I felt about my ice skating: I could never progress and I was always stuck in the same rut. Even so, being stuck in a sinking hole could not deprive me of the strength to be off to the coffee shop.</p>
<p>When I walked through that door, I noticed just three men waiting in line in front of me. The first gentleman was clearly on his own and finishing his order. The other two appeared to be foreign visitors. I instantly knew they had nothing to show for themselves and that their country’s legacy was lost in modern times. These two men, like their compatriots, could merely serve as a laughing point for the rest of us. Their progress was slow, as they only had large bills. The cashier had to call to the barista for change, and yet change did not arrive anytime soon.</p>
<p>In the meantime, I noticed from the corner of my eye that a young lady had made her way to the side of these two fellows. She held in her hands some frozen yogurt from the self-serve fridge behind me. An instant anger began to swell up in me. I had faced this very scenario countless times before, so I knew to prepare myself for the worst. A fair nu...