Have you ever heard of a good thief ? And i don't mean good because he returned back the bread he stole from the convinient shop the other day, or because he shares his loot with the homeless...i mean the best at his work....the one who can steal your soul and you won't hear a thing...That's how my thief is, and i don't just hear about him, i have met him in person. Somebody i grew up with his stories, you know, like myths over his stealing technics, dexterity at his "work"..eh that's my thief. And there he was, right infront of my own freaking nose. I didn't know whether to be scared of him or shake his hand for being my hero but i just stood there and watch him, i mean, what was left of him because after doing half of his life inside..there was not much left of him to call a hero. A legend maybe. But there was still this glow of pride on him as he narate his good old thievery(stealing) days to a group of guys at a party, thrown by an old classmate of his, who happens to be a good beer buddy of mine, which tells me, gosh, he really wa somebody.

O men. I just stood there listening him tell how they once robbed a bank. Five of them. He was the Commander..you know the one who shoots the ceiling imediately they breaks in and commands all the customers and the bank personnel to lay down or he blows their guts off..eh, that commander. 

Funny because i didn't know what this really made him. A hero, a celebraty, a rol model of a kind or, what was he? After doing 40 years inside,the guy was completely rehabilitated,looked wise and a gentleman but, at a certain moment i got myself thinking,

Imagine i was a bank personnel in his stealing days and, he and his gang breaks into my bank...place a short on my temple and orders me to open the vault and fill their bags. And i can tell this guy is bloody serious and the only thing standing between me and that round hole of his short gun, is the Vault's combination key, my boss locks in his desk locker and, if i can't get this vault open before these guy's syncronised watches announces time bad, i better call my wife and tell her, there is slight change on that dinner i promised her for her birthday. What ironic...dying on my wife's birthday...on the other hand, if i survive this, we can mark it on our toilet calendar as my near death day and we can have double celebration. On a second thought, let me not.

I just walked over, gave the guy a hand and said to him "thank you for not killing me", uh, pan me, i mean for knowing you. And i left and even today i don't know what that guy really is to me.

Do you have a clue, please help me out!