oh, i was always moving around california.. i was an orphan for most of my life. the worst part was when i ran away- joined a gang, felt suited for that life when all the gang members were killed, then i turned back...

¨ he shrugged, as if it was nothing. but it was nothing- now. but he remembered vividly how horrified he had been, when the cops came and gun shots rang. but then he remembered how many innocent people they killed and he felt not at the least sorry for them. he had been quite lucky to survive himself. he nodded, as he also preferred still the life of stealing, that was his own specilaty. when in the gang he stole nearly every cent they owned, a total of $20,000, though a small pot of $1,000 was already there when he arrived in the alley of theirs. he mostly pick-pocketed, did the occasional break in, but he never risked it when lots of people were around, as he was always quite cautious. ¨

i also liked the stealing life.