On the way out I pressed a customer for their car keys. When I arrived in front of the Acura all I could think is, "Damn kid too bad I am gonna torch it when I am done."

Cruising swiftly from the scene at a smooth 100 mph down the highway while rolling the phattest blunt. Sweating bullets as the adrenaline had my heart fluttering. Oh yes! I can feel the rush of freedoms gate.

Mile after mile. Exit after exit.

Finally out to the country to destroy the evidence. A fifth of 151 Bacardi seemed like a proper send off for the vehicle that provided such a wonderful service to my livelihood.

I lit the blunt as I strolled away into the countryside. The gleaming sillouette of the flames' red hue could be seen in the rocks and bark near by.

I called the boss on my cell.

"Another job well done. I will see you soon Mr. Anders." I remarked precisely.

I hung up the phone and went to deliver the pile of cash from the robbery. Hopefully the boss is generous with his new found loot.