So today started interestingly enough, but the bad stuff is always boring and when there is so much great stuff to tell it's just no use trying to get your fingers to listen to you, they pretty much do whatever they want. First of all, tonight was the night of our greatest heist yet, in fact, it was the night of two heists. So at Village Inn today I decide that the blue apartment book stand would look better anywhere else than chained to the outside of the restaurant. We rip the wires off, toss it in the Jeep, and speed off. Cops pull up the road while I wait for a left turn signal and turn their spotlights on, but we jet up the mountain, switch our bagman with our other driver at an undisclosed location, cover up the loot and fucking 86 it out of there nice and slow over the back roads. Excellent heist with first timers Jay, Phil and Mike. Phil was the brains, his excellent idea sparked my madness, Jay's big arms tossed it in the car and gave us a good excuse to be more spy-like, and Mike was in on it as the guy who came back even when he knew we might have cops on our tails, because he wasn't going to let us take the fall for anything. A wonderful job, best heist ever, and one of the greatest things we have done all summer. But this my friends is just the beginning.

Oh, for those of you who like the bad stuff, it will be the last thing in, that way you can read the story in semi order starting at the top of the page. But why so negative anyway?