If you really want to hear about it, since you have all been asking, I will give you an inside look at my terrible life. But first I will tell you how I got here. I was born in some crappy town in the middle of nowhere. I dropped out of high school because it was borning. Now I hate my life. Since that 's out of the way, I got to walk to work, so catch you morons there!
"One order of stir fry! Get it cooking!" My boss yells. There is no way I 'm gonna cook that. To be completely honest, I don 't know how to cook anything. I 'm just in this place to make a little dough or somethin '. I 'll just say that I have to go to the bathroom, or some kind of bull crap like that to get out of work for a sec or two. “I have to take …show more content…
I look up “how to steal money online.” The first thing that comes up is the black market. People say to access it you have to use a program called Tor. I do as people on those utterly useless internet forums say to do, and to my surprise it actually works. I look up a very sketchy website, Then, down the entire screen is credit card numer, name, experation date, and security code. I drag my mouse over one and click copy. With the information, I go to amazon and purchase me one of those fancy pants iPhone. “Purchase …show more content…
I take my sack of money and just throw it at him. That phony little sonuvabit** cries as he is holding his hands over his head, yelling, “Sorry, Sorry!” I laugh at him with no pity. “This is good, I like this new life, I like it a lot.” I get back in my turnt little car without feeling a thing, and I drive away.
I step out of my car and open the door to my apartment; to greet me is the FBI. “We have the right to detain you for identity theft, follow me to my car.”
I do as the big man says without a word. I try to open the door to escape, but instead of getting out of the car I feel a sharp digging pain, then I pass out. I have a pretty Lousy dream about some bastard beating me up pretty good, then I pay some guy to kill him for me, or something like that. Nothing really that interesting. I wake up, and some guy says some random stuff. I 'm not really listening to him, until something caught my ear. He asks where I got the credit cards from. I could say just look it up, because in all honesty it 's really not that hard. But instead I say,
“i 'm not telling you!” “Fine, then we are going to make you.” The agent responds, “Good luck with that crap; I 'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your
"One order of stir fry! Get it cooking!" My boss yells. There is no way I 'm gonna cook that. To be completely honest, I don 't know how to cook anything. I 'm just in this place to make a little dough or somethin '. I 'll just say that I have to go to the bathroom, or some kind of bull crap like that to get out of work for a sec or two. “I have to take …show more content…
I look up “how to steal money online.” The first thing that comes up is the black market. People say to access it you have to use a program called Tor. I do as people on those utterly useless internet forums say to do, and to my surprise it actually works. I look up a very sketchy website, Then, down the entire screen is credit card numer, name, experation date, and security code. I drag my mouse over one and click copy. With the information, I go to amazon and purchase me one of those fancy pants iPhone. “Purchase …show more content…
I take my sack of money and just throw it at him. That phony little sonuvabit** cries as he is holding his hands over his head, yelling, “Sorry, Sorry!” I laugh at him with no pity. “This is good, I like this new life, I like it a lot.” I get back in my turnt little car without feeling a thing, and I drive away.
I step out of my car and open the door to my apartment; to greet me is the FBI. “We have the right to detain you for identity theft, follow me to my car.”
I do as the big man says without a word. I try to open the door to escape, but instead of getting out of the car I feel a sharp digging pain, then I pass out. I have a pretty Lousy dream about some bastard beating me up pretty good, then I pay some guy to kill him for me, or something like that. Nothing really that interesting. I wake up, and some guy says some random stuff. I 'm not really listening to him, until something caught my ear. He asks where I got the credit cards from. I could say just look it up, because in all honesty it 's really not that hard. But instead I say,
“i 'm not telling you!” “Fine, then we are going to make you.” The agent responds, “Good luck with that crap; I 'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your